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 Where Establishment means nothing

And they never heard of Wales,

Do they read it all in Hansard—

With a crib to read it with—

"Welsh Tithes: Dr. Clifford answered."

Really, Smith?

In the lands where Christians were,

F. E. Smith,

In the little lands laid bare,

Smith, O Smith!

Where the Turkish bands are busy

And the Tory name is blessed

Since they hailed the Cross of Dizzy

On the banners from the West!

Men don't think it half so hard if

Islam burns their kin and kith,

Since a curate lives in Cardiff

Saved by Smith.

It would greatly, I must own,

Soothe me, Smith,

If you left this theme alone,

Holy Smith!

For your legal cause or civil

You fight well and get your fee;

For your God or dream or devil

You will answer, not to me.