Portray to me a speechless man,
To beat the Baldwin if you can,
There he stood as mute's a as pole
Strike him, strike him off your roll.

A pious man the people led,
When put to test from them he fled,
Fool beware of what you do,
Or the people's wrath will out on you.

His Patron saint, must live in H___
What's the difference, none could tell
To tell the truth, he's past redemption
So he can go to ___ well, I needn't mention.


How we love him Scotland

Also another (earlier?) copy titled:
A speechless Prime Minister
on a Grave Question - Coal
                 
 
 (See poem "No Alternative Under the Circumstances")