Shall sweep the House of Lords away
Their Lordships base and black
And in their place these ebony peers
Shall legislate with pipe and beers
Five hundred sweeps shall sack them
Five hundred sweeps shall sack them.
Sweep.
There soon will be an angry rush
Of new made dark knights of the brush
Their Lordships, will it soot them?
For early thund'ring at their door
Five hundred knocks, not less not more
Shall stir, and soon uproot them.
Shall stir, and soon uproot them.
Sweep.
Five hundred members with black rods
And sweepstakes back the Chancellor's nods
To rule our much loved nation
These peers look up each duty new
Look up each chimney and each flue
For fear they lose their station
For fear they lose their station.
Sweep.
Five hundred sweeps, our law's defenders
Smoky chimney's lordly menders
Titled, the black peerage
New sweeps will swamp old sweeps, you'll find
If old sweeps do not quickly mind
The ship of State her steerage
The ship of State her steerage.
Sweep.
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