The session is over, farewell to the row,
The political fuming, the constant bow wow,
The sharp pointed wit, and the quick repartee,
And the tweedledum and the tweedledee;
Still in office are we, and the fighting is done,
The session is over, and now for the fun;
Then fill high the bowl, with champagne fill the cup,
We've all sacked our tin, and the session is up.
Let's seize flying time, for some have their fears,
We mayn't be in office, come this time two years;
But if only we humbug, and bluster and brag,
We still may be netting political swag.
What matter the country's or fisherman's state,
So only we're Anti, or Confederate;
Then fill high the bowl, with champagne fill the cup,
We've all sacked our tin, and the session is up.
Here, fling the permissive bill quick to the wall,
Though it passed the other day,
why on us should it fall;
'Tis a bad thing that liquor,
the poor man should crave,
Let him go without, e'en Parsons may rave.
Ho! messenger quick, the champagne bring this way,
We'll all liquor up and the country shall pay;
Then fill high the bowl, with champagne fill the cup,
We've all sacked our tin, and the session is up.
We've not done so badly; that bribery bill
Might have proved for some of us a terrible pill;
'Twould have shaken our seats
we scarce knew what to say,
Quoth "Bennett", let's read it,
just six months to-day.
Now with golden persuasions,
at least QUANTUM SUFF,
We may still hold our places in safety enough;
Then fill high the bowl, with champagne fill the cup,
We've all sacked our tin, and the session is up.
Oh! didn't we manage those lighthouses well,
When Burgeo brought forward
a point that might tell;
And knowingly stated where each one should be,
A common sense fact that we didn't quite see.
But we carried the vote, and we now got the tin,
To spend as we like, 'twill perhaps keep us in;
Then fill high the bowl, with champagne fill the cup,
We've all sacked our tin, and the session is up.
They thought they had
cooked up a pleasant surprise,
Just because Renouf blackened
old John Warren's eyes;
And Carter brought forward without any flaw,
A privilege breach - but what care we for law?
We knew that we had a majority got,
And resolved that the Major would not get it hot;
Then fill high the bowl, with champagne fill the cup,
We've all sacked our tin, and the session is up.
"Maister Sphaker," quoth Brennan,
"ochone and ochone,"
Why didn't the Major just fracture a bone,
I'd have set it as nately - come, shut up, says Glen,
Here's the Premier's good health,
Mr Speaker, say when;
Come gentlemen all, 'tis the session's last day,
Let us all liquor up and the country shall pay.
Ho! messenger quick, the champagne bring this way,
We'll all liquor up and the country shall pay;
Then fill high the bowl, with champagne fill the cup,
We've all sacked our tin, and the session is up.
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