THE KING,

AND CANNING, HIS GAME COCK!

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          THE

WESTMINSTER

      COCK.

ENGLISHMEN, hurrah, Rejoice, Rejoice,
With one accord—upraise each voice,
And cry, God bless the King ;
Long may he possess the power.
To make the crowing Bantams cower,
Under Game-cock Canning.
May he to oppression never yield,
And in his people's love the power long wield,
The number seven to pose ;
May he in health long reign over us,
Such acts will make his name s glorious,
He'll never cock his toes.
When he shew'd his Game, the Bantams crew,
Quick crowid resign, and out they flew,
Tails and altogether ;
Canning the game, for such did not care,
F'or Canning the game well knew they were
In the scale of power, a feather.
The Bantams thought the Master, mind
Would yield, when they had all resign'd,
But soon the bubble burst ;
Nay, ife'er again they peek Bull's grains
Choaking seize their gullet's and their names
Be never worth a crust.
They've scrap'd so long, and cram'd their claws
And lef John Bull nought but the straws,
While on the grain they fed ;
They had forgot they were but those,
Few silly things the King had rose,
From many a humble shed.
And that be could do without such,
A Bantam crew who thought so much,
Of services well paid ;
Too well indeed, for such pack,
Who thought the King would coax them back,
And be of them afraid.
But he let them go, and wish'd them luck.
As they should never peel his pluck,
While he yet wore the Crown ;
And tho' their plumes and tails where great,
They never should rule his Church or state,
While he could slap them down.
Thus then he chus'd a Ga ne Premier,
A COCK that never yet knew fear,
And could give blow for blow,
Without at this, or other time,
Caring for the imporent resign,
Of such a Bantum Crew !
Old—it was that led the van,
An honest, liberal, upright man,
And full of thought profound ;
For Judgment he had no compeer,
And of his like you will not hear,
Go the whole world round.
This and much more is cried about,
Because, they say, 'twas he found out
That the millions thirty-nine,
Which in his court for years had stood,
If let out it would do no good,
And so he'll wait a time.
Thus his Judgment stand for years and years,
Full of his doubts, his wants, and fears.
With a million in his purse ;
His suitors partners with starvation,
Crying, with Joe Hume and the Nation,
He is a man that's fierce.
I wonder much if this old cove
Will ever get a friendly shove,
Into the grim tyrant's pot ;
For he delays from year to year,
And so jogs on—that tis qnite clear,
He'll be by death forgot.
Would he had staid in his father's shed,
Like him sold coals to get his bread,
And never held a brief ;
No suitors then—No envious task,
Would from their own have had to ask
             From him weekly relief.
P------L rung oft next the resign tune,
e should know better, but he'll soon
Creep back into the fold ;
He though to bear away the prize,
But Puppies do not open their eyes,
Till they are nine days old.
The VAN went next dra n by the rest,
But to return he thought it best,
as he lov'd the dabs of fat ;
And like the Prodigal son he muttered,
I know which side my bread is buttered,
In pity take me back.
Then the C secretary, Earl Bathurst
Resign'd—and he had done his worst,
             And he could do no more ;
We trust he has no retiring pay,
This figure of 9 with the tail cut away,
Has to us been a useless letter.
Then Westmoreland when the rest were X'd,
Thought he'd X to but he was vex'd,
After he had resignd ;
For he expected the game would grudge
His going off, but he found 'twas fudge,
For the Game to his views was blind.
Long life to King George and George Canning,
To posterity their names will cling,
Immortalised by fame ;
But we trust they will soon find a way,
To take of some taxes, then Hurrah
For the King and Canning the GAME.
Quod Tag-rag-and-bob-tail.

                      A NEW SONG

RUN neighbours run, all London is uproarious,
To view the change of Ministry, at last take place,
Oh ! what a Victory, to CANNRNG'S friends how glorious
Who at the helm of England's Vessel shews his face.
Place men and Pensioners, Nobs, Gownsmen and Com-
mmissioners, (ers:
For Canning's favours now become alternately Petition,
Top Sawyer now behold he vows 'gainst foes hostility,
surrounded by, his firmest friends of tatent and ability.
Run neighbours, run, &c.
Oh ! had you, but seen, how the Chancery solic tors,
In all direction ran about, Old Lincoln's Inn ;
EL—N and LE-H, was every where competitors,
But for the " loaves and fishes" dash'd thro' thlck and
thin;                                                                  (shake
Bishops, Laymen, Clergvmen like aspen leaves began to
While Scotsmen at the adm'ralty like calves foot jelly
'gan to quake,                                                        (ity,
Br—gh—m, Sc-- I--t, and the rest, were brimful of hilar-
While no one had, for glum old Ex, one single spark of
charity.
And then too, beside, only think of their temerity,
Who dn'd h, ir Sov'reign to insult, by tricks, so base ;
W—sl—y the Captain, who long enjoy'd pro-perity,
Old England's Monarch tamper'd with, so lost his place
Sta'esmen, and Senators, Tradesmen and nobiliiy,
Which and low both great and small, nay even the Mobility
All ranks delighted are, throughout our vast Metropolis,
Which doubtless now will soon become, a second great,
Acropolis.
And thanks to our Sovereign, bolov'd and so deservedly,
With feeling for his People's welfare, still "firm kept ;"
The Faction he heeded not, still acted unreservedly
For such a Prince, can never be of friends hereit;
Victory has crown'd his, toils and Canning's triumph is
at hand,                                 (throughout the land
While ev'ry man approves the change, and hails it too ;
And when 'tis all Gazetted boys, and knowu to all the na-
tion thro ;                                                              (too
John Bull's determin'd on a great and grand illumination

                 The Westminster Cock.

SURE never was heard such a racket and rout,
All the town is amus'd with the In's & the Outs.
The High Church defenders receiv'd a sad shock,
When they got for their Leader the Westminster
        Coch.

When this gallant game Cock appeared in sight,
The Bantams at first were resolv'd to show fight ;
But they found their mistake, and flew off in a flock,
While laughing like fun, stood the Westminster
          Cock.

Great G------at the window appeared in view,
Delighted to see how nimbly they flew ;
Says he, of assurance they must have a stock,
Who'd dare to oppose my bold Westminster Cock.

The mob to be sure had their share of the fun,
Clapp'd their hands and huzza'd, crying C-------g
Give this one a topper, and that one a knock,
Till they crow a submission to Westminster's Cock.

And now that the Bantam's are fairly away,
T'he Lib'rals rejoice on their high holiday ;
They all are enlisted as firm as a rock,
Beneath the red banners of Westminster's COCK.

O what a millennium now will take place,
An old-fashion'd Tory ! — he must not show face ;
And the proud March of Intellect nothing can stop
When led on by C—g, the Westminster Cock.

Now GOD bless the KING, and the Hanover Race,
And the TRUTH to Protect and Defend give him
            grace ;
His health we will toast in bumper of hock,
May he ne'er be deceiv'd by the Westminster Cock.

Rejoice, all ye Radieal spouters rejoice,
Ye meek, modest Catholics, lift up your voice ;
Ye Jacobine gents, and Reformers red-hot,
When ye club for a tankard, toast Westminster's
Cock.

Ye rag-and-tag-rhymers, all join in the strain,
And all the entighten'd diseiples of Paine.
But PROTESTANT Britons may all go to pot,
They'll receive small support from the Westminster
Cock.

The Liberal System seems gaining apace,
When a servant can sit in his master's place ;
Now, the high-flying rigs of the Westminster Cock,
Will they end in a stink —or, a Gunpowder Plot ?

          J. Catnach, Printer, Monmouth Court.