English poem
EDWIN'S PILLS, &c, SONG
by John O'Keeffe (1747–1833)
I'm given to understand that you're all in a pother here, Disputing whether Pan or Pol shall play to you another year: Dare you think your clumsy lugs so proper to decide, as The delicate ears of Justice Midas. O tremendous Justice Midas, Who shall oppose wise Justice Midas?