Now Gladstone's party bears the bell, <br /> And now Disraeli's—now <br />The people really cannot tell, <br /> For whom their hands to show. <br /> <br />Now this way, la, now that inclined, <br /> A giddy vane they go, <br />The victim of each puff of wind <br /> The party bugles blow. <br /> <br />1868.<br /><br />Joseph Skipsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-parties/
