That echoes through the lawful British night,
Distracting the Imperial cadaver
From gloating in its sepulchre so white?
Perhaps another statue's come a-cropper
Through treason of unpatriotic crooks?
Or has another suspect mugged a copper
By giving him those bad, black British looks?
Is it the mighty Tiber madly foaming,
All blue and red with noble blood and prole?
Or is it just a dusty pseudo-Roman,
Revolving in the blackness of his hole?
Sibyl Anglorum
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