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                            THE
              Triumph of Election,
                             OR
                          WOOD

                         The Choice of the People.
TUNE.—" THE ROAST BEEF OF OLD ENGLAND,
                            BY J. THOMPSON.

           Printed and Sold by J. Pitts I Great St.
                      Andrew Street Seven Dials.

COME listen awhile I'll not keep you long,
The City Lord Mayor is the theme of my song
Hark ! how his praises resound from the throng
Huzza for the Mayor of the City,
Huzza for the City Lord Mayor
His judgement in Office so well he display'd ;
He studied his duties, not show or parade,
Then how could a better Election be made.
Then the present Lord Mayor of the City,
Huzza for the City Lord Mayor.—
His duties extend beyond limits of day,
And often at night thro the City he'll stray,
And Night-mares will frighten, I've heard peo-
ple say
So will the Mayor of the City,
Huzza for the City Lord Mayor.
The time being come for the choice of Lord Mayor
The City Electors to Guildhall repair ;
Determin'd were they, tho' a circumstance rare,
To re-elect Wood for the City,
Huzza for the City Lord Mayor.
Their efforts were crown'd with success in the
end
By electing again the City's best f end,
And long may he live their rights to defend.
The present Lord Mayor of the City.
Huzza for the City Lord Mayor.
Impreserving the lives of t ree poor Irishmen,
His name will be echo'd again and again
Then what friend to justice can ever refrain,
From praising the Mayor of the City.
Huzza for the City Lord Mayor
To Butchers and Bakers, he next turns his eye,
Who have long fleec'd the poor they cannot de y
By c arging a price which he proves is too high.
Thanks to the Mayor of the City,
Huzza for the City Lord Mayor,
His name will be handed by history's page ;
His actions a model in ev'ry age,
And like him may all, who in future engage,
Deserve the best thanks of the City,
Huzza for the City Lord Mayor.
Then Alderman Wood must sure rule the roast,
Ofall the Lord Mayors that e'er grac'd the post ;
Sonow to conclude I will give you a toast.
Here's a health to the Mayor of the City,
Muzza for the City Lord Mayor.