When Ned was a neophyte nobody heeded him.
No man could prophesy, none could foretell
How, when the day came that the populace needed him,
Quite a new Ned would emerge from his shell
For he blithered and blathered and talked without end
In a manner provoking to foe and to friend.
In days of prosperity, peevish asperity
Ever informed his debate in the House
Some hint or suspicion of fault or omission,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem