The time always arrives
When a milord bids goodbye
The Bar is mostly relieved
There’s no tear in any eye
Of late there is a practice
To bid farewell by a send-off
To suffer the last lecture
Before enough is enough!
The retiring milord hears
Unheard virtues being sung
Though when he was ‘up there’
He was ignored and unsung!
Politicians from the bar rooms
Love the assembled crowd
No one believes their speeches
But everyone claps out loud!
Finally milord’s turn comes
To say: “Thank You, God Bless”
To confess: “I am apolitical,
But I shall now return to RSS!”
