“And should our Hero rot in gaol,

For e’en a single day,

There’s Fifteen Hundred Voting Men

Will vote the other way.”

“And should our Hero rot in gaol, For e’en a single day, There’s Fifteen Hundred Voting Men Will vote the other way.”

“Fifteen hundred,” said the prime minister, with a shudder; “it’s too horrible to think of. Our majority last time was only a thousand and seven.”