“ Hurrah for the Charter, and God save the Queen!
And when that the Charter, Old England has got,
We’ll have stunning good beer at three halfpence a pot:
A loaf for a penny, a pig for a crown,
And gunpowder tea at five farthings a pound:
Instead of red herrings, we’ll live on fat geese,
And lots of young women at two pence a piece.
The bakers and grocers, look how they do laugh,
With dustmen and coal heavers armed with a staff.
Five thousand old women, oh, how they do sing,
With frying pans, fenders, and big rolling pins. ”

“ The farmer’s wife so full of pride, must have a lady’s maid, Sir,
All for to dress and curl her hair, and powder it beside, Sir,
But the girl of heart, to dress so smart, they call her charming Nancy,
She can wink and blink in such a style, she’s all the young men’s fancy.
And when the mop it is all o’er, you that are young and hearty,
Must take your girl all in your hand, and join a drinking party.
But, when you are returning home, enjoying sweet embraces,
With love and honour spend the night, at statutes, fairs, or races. ”

“ Stop that thief, said the boy, that clod hopping ninny,
He has knocked me down, and ran off with my guinea.
When the people they heard the poor boy so take on,
They scampered away, and soon overtook John,
What mean you? you rascal, they all then did cry,
You’ve robb’d the boy, though the theft you deny.
Then John he stood trembling and quaking for fear,
Crying, I ne’er touched the boy, nor his guinea, I swear,
But the boy coming up, still a lie he bawled out,
For you know that my guinea, you’ve got in your mouth. ”

“ Scotia—hold on—be of good cheer;
Erin—thy griefs removed shall be,
Justice, tho’ late, shall visit thee.
The League doth its assistance lend;
Of none the foe—of all the friend.{334}
’Ere long, fair knowledge will unfold
Her ample page—brighter than gold;
Ere long, the Laws which tyrants used
Shall yield to those which Heaven diffused.
The League shall then its work have done,
And all rejoice o’er victories won.
Ye powers divine—who care for all
That breathe on this terraqueous ball,
Free Trade and every blessing give!
“O teach the nations how to live!” ”

“ And also to you, Gentlemen of the Jury,
For seven years, you’ve sent me from my true love,
Seven years, I’m transported, you know.
To go to a strange country don’t grieve me,
Nor leaving old England behind,
It is all for the sake of my Polly,
And leaving my parents behind.
There’s the Captain that is our commander,
The Boatswain, and all the ship’s Crew,
There is married men, too, and there’s single,
Who knows what we transports do. ”

“ While she is Queen of England.
Says she, I’ll try my utmost skill,
That the poor may have their fill;
Forsake them!—no, I never will,
When I am Queen of England.{274}
For oft my mother said to me,
Let this your study always be,
To see the people blest and free,
Should you be Queen of England.
And now, my daughter, you do reign,
Much opposition to sustain,
You’ll surely have, before you gain
The blessings of Old England.
O yes, dear mother, that is true,
I know my sorrows won’t be few,
Poor people shall have work to do,
When I am Queen of England. ”

“ My wife and I, feel always dry,
At market on Saturday night,
Then a noggin of beer, I never need fear,
For my wife always says it is right.
In harvest field, there’s nothing can yield,
The labouring man such good cheer,
To reap and sow, and make barley grow,
And to give them a skinfull of beer.
The farmer’s board will plenty afford,
Let it come from far, or from near,
And at harvest home, the jug will foam,
If he gives his men plenty of beer.
Long may Queen Victoria reign,
And be to her subjects dear,
And we’ll wallop her foes, wherever we goes,
Only give us a skinfull of beer. ”

“ Lo, to Hiring we have come, all for to look for places,
If the master and we can agree, and he will give good wages.
The master that a servant wants, will stand now in a wonder,
You all must ask ten pounds a year, and none of you go under,
It’s you then, must do all the work, and what they do require,
So now, stand up for wages, lads, before that you do hire. ”

“ I don’t like to see people shooting the moon, [37]
Nor a chap buttoned up on a hot afternoon,
I don’t like to see peelers drunk on their beat,
Nor young ladies bustles fall off in the street.
I don’t like to see people pay twice for once,
Nor a man about thirty, a thick-headed dunce;
I don’t like to see folks eat more than their whack,
Nor a swell with his hair just a yard down his back,
I don’t like to see yellow wipes round the throat,
Nor a man wipe his nose on the sleeve of his coat,
I don’t like to see a pretty girl pout,
Nor young ladies sending their rags up the spout.{169} ”

“ The jolly hares and pheasants, you have at your command,
Not thinking that your last career is to Van Dieman’s Land.
Poor Tom Brown from Nottingham, Jack Williams, and poor Joe,
We are three daring poachers, the country does well know,
At night we are trepanned, by the keepers hid in sand,
Who for 14 years transported us unto Van Dieman’s Land.
The first day that we landed upon this fatal shore,
The planters they came round us, full twenty score or more,
They rank’d us up like horses, and sold us out of hand,
And yok’d us up to ploughs, my boys, to plough Van Dieman’s Land.{362} ”

“ Here, here, vaulk up, ladies and gentlemen, here’s the wonderful Kangaroo, just arrived from Bottomless Bay. Here is the wonderful large baboon, that danced a padolo, and played at leap-frog with the celebrated Master Barintar. Here is the wonderful leopard-spotted tom cat, of the male species, which can as well see in the dark as without light. Here is the wonderful little marmoza monkey, just arrived from the Isle of Liliput: hold him up to the company, master keeper. O dear me, what a little beauty, to be sure, do let me stroke the dear little creature—la! la! how prodigious tame he is. ”

“ Tears from his eyes did fall like rain,
Saying, adieu, my lovely Emma,
I’m going to plough the raging main.{254}
Cried Emma—Henry will you leave me
Behind, my sorrow to complain?
For your sweet features, lovely Henry,
I may ne’er behold again!
See, Emma dear, our ship’s weighed anchor,
Tis folly, Love, for to complain,
Though you I leave, I’ll ne’er deceive you,
I’m bound to plough the raging main.
Said Emma, Stay a little longer,
Stay at home with your true love,
But, if you enter, I will venture,
I swear by all the powers above! ”

“ If they fight again, the Yankee boy, will carry off the belt.
When Heenan was in Derbyshire, preparing for the fight,
They hunted him, like bloodhounds, in the middle of the night.{74}
But he was nothing daunted, but to the ring did fly,
Determined that he’d conquer, gain the victory, or die.
There never were two better men, and none could be more game,
They are both two gallant heroes of honour and of fame.
Then fill a flowing bumper, and jovially drink their health,
May the best man win and conquer, and carry off the belt. ”

“ Jokery, jeering, quiz,
Most people are fond of a feast,
And they love them that give ’em the most,
More than those folks who give ’em the least.
One party soon drew on another,
And, then, to continue the game,
As the Browns were a going to the races,
The Caggs must, of course do the same. ”

“ He’s quitted for ever the shovel and broom.
The shovel and broom, the shovel and broom,
He has quitted for ever the shovel and broom.
I got for my partner, Paulina, the daughter,
Of Master Mount saddle, the Angel Inn groom,
Her red lips and plump figure made my mouth water,
And I fell in love, as ve valtzed round the room.
O, sich a creatur! my eye, vot a creatur!
A partner so fit for a knight of the broom,
The shovel and broom, a knight of the broom,
A partner so fit for a knight of the broom. ”

“ Since the Queen has no equal, “obey,” none she need,
So, of course, at the Altar, from such vow she’s freed;
And the women will all follow suit, so they say—
“Love, honour,” they’ll promise, but never “obey.”
Those will now wed, who ne’er wedded before,
Those who always wedded, will now wed the more;
Clerks will no time have, to lunch, dine, or sup,
And parsons, just now will begin to look up!
To churches, indeed, this will be a God-send,
Goldsmiths be selling off rings without end!
For now you’ll not find from Castle to Cot,
A single man living, who married is not. ”

“ Her hair of her head it hung down her neck,
Like a bunch of carrots upon it.
When she cried sprats in Westminster,
She had such a sweet loud voice, Sir,
You could hear her all down Parliament Street,
And as far as Charing Cross, Sir,
The rich and poor both far and near,
In matrimony sought her,
But at friends and foes she cocked her nose,
Did this pretty little Ratcatcher’s daughter.{143}
For there was a man cried “Lily white Sand,”
Who in Cupid’s net had caught her,
And over head and ears in love,
Was the pretty little Ratcatcher’s daughter. ”

“ If you lay with your head
Underneath the clothes,
You’ll have an ugly old man,
What has got no nose.
If you see a star shoot,
You’ll get what you wish,
If a hair get’s in your mouth,
You’ll get as drunk as a fish. ”

“ May the Queen and the King shine like Venus and Mars,
And Heaven preserve them without any jars!
Like Danaë of old may we see it plain,
Till time is no more, these bright sovereigns rain: [51]
May pleasure and joy through their lives know no bounds,
So let’s give them a toast, and make it three rounds. ”

“ When a man earned three shillings a day, and his beer.
He then could live well, keep his family neat,
But now he must work for Eight Shillings a week.
The Nobs of “Old England,” of shameful renown,
Are striving to crush a poor man to the ground,
They’ll beat down their wages and starve them complete,
And make them work hard for Eight Shillings a week.
A poor man to labour (believe me ’tis so) ,
To maintain his family is willing to go
Either hedging, or ditching, to plough, or to reap,
But how does he live on Eight Shillings a week. ”

“ THE HUMOURS OF THE RACES.
Good people all draw near, and listen to my ditty,
A song to you I’ll sing, that is both short and pretty,
There’s countrymen and maids, with their sweet and ruddy faces,
Link’d in each other’s arms,—they’re coming to the races. ”

“ You have eaten my poor proder Moses for dinner;
Your brother! why zounds! then myself and my crew,
Have feasted three days on a piece of tough Jew.
But come, now, my friend Isaac, to finish this work,
I’ll pay you for your brother, as if he’d been pork;
No, no, replied Isaac, though we cheat one another,
Our law won’t permit us to sell our own prother.{172}
In his purse back, the Captain was putting his gold,
Which Isaac, espying, cried, Goot Captain, hold,
Though I can’t touch the cash, for that proder of mine
You can pay me, you know, for the parrel and prine. ”

“ Where I may hang my hoary head, and pine in grief and woe,
My father did not see the like, just 90 years ago.
When a man has laboured all his life to do his country good,
He’s respected just as much when old, as a donkey in a wood,
His days are gone and past, and he may weep in grief and woe,
The times are very different now to 90 years ago.
Now I am 90 years of age, if for relief I do apply,
I must go into a Whig Bastile to end my days and die,
I can no longer labour, as I no longer have,
Then, at the last, just like a dog, they lay me in my grave.
{188}
THE NEW FASHIONED FARMER. ”

“ Shout with the voice of men—yet once again! again!
The Cause—and the King that a People can love.
March! March! etc.
A cheer for the Queen too, and one—be it seen to—
For Sussex, who ne’er was to Freedom untrue;
Shout away—shout away! ’tis for Russell and Grey,
And Lord Harry—and all of our Admiral’s crew!
We vow to stand by them—their foes we defy them—
For, honestly—firmly—they’ve weathered the storm ”

“ Father Mathew [14] himself was passing that way,
And unto bold Rory these words he did say,{44}
For the sake of Hibernia be tipsy no more,
I’ll try my best, father, cried Rory O More.
Of the hurlings and fightings, no more’s to be seen,
But the daughters of Erin trip light o’er the green;
The gaols are all empty, the judges look blue,
The lawyers are starving with nothing to do,
And Rory O More, and his beautiful Kate,
Wear temperance medals, so dasent and nate.
As he looks on his Kathleen, he says with a smile,
That she shall be Queen of the Emerald Isle. ”

“ To demand equal justice, their freedom and right,
Pump handles and broom sticks, lawk, how they can fight!
The nation they say is o’erwhelmed with grief;
A peck loaf for twopence, and four pounds of beef. ”

“ Prince Albert, he stood quite amazed, and listened to the Queen,
And said, dear Vic, I little thought that you had such a dream,
Cheer up your heart, don’t look so sad, you need not be afraid,
For I’m sure the French will ne’er attempt, Old England to invade. ”

“ Be they found upon sea or on shore,
And hurrah for the staunch gallant crew
That manned the brave ship the Genoa!
While we fight in humanity’s cause,
Success all our efforts must crown, Sir,
And the tyrant that treads on her laws,
May the first honest man knock him down, Sir.
{228}
DUKE WILLIAM’S FROLIC. [43]
Duke William and a Nobleman, heroes of England’s nation,
One morning, nigh to two o’clock, did take their recreation;
Into the country they did go, in sailor’s dress from top to toe,
Said Duke William, now let us go and know, how they use the brave sailors. ”