SANDON
            AND
           TORR
       FOR EVER.

Liverpool Election now is o'er
And all the trouble and bother O,
The whigs are done for evermore
They are eating one another, ;
They thought it right, they find it wrong
And so you'll find it in my song'
Altho' they battled hey diug dong
The Reds have gained the victory, O.

                CHORUS,

Victory, then huzza, huzza,
Its gradely done I think you'll say,
For Mr. Caine, aud Simpson, they
Were beat by Torr, and Sandon, O.

They thought they had us in a line,
But they were quite mistakeu O,
Their arguments are very fine,
When people are not waken, O,
They want to make you use the pump,
And make you sober all of a lump.
But Mr. Caine is on his rump.
And so is Mr. Simpson, O.

You sailors and you landsmen too,
Foremost in the fighting, O,
Mr. Greaves was good and true,
And you wanted one just like him, O,
You,ve got a friend in Mr, Torr,
Who ll stick to you for evermore,
Weather on sea or on the shore,
He'll never forget the sailor, O.

The Conservatives of Liverpooi,
Their colours wont abondon, O,
They gave their votes right manfully,
To Mr. Torr, and Sandon, O
Poor Simpson he 1ooks quite forlorn,
Cane went to the pump to get a warm.
But he cannot stand John Barleycorn,
And Caine he is defeated O,

Poor Mr Caine i iu a way,
He s in an awful fettle, O,
A lot of money they ve got to pay,
And their bills they cannot settle, O.
And Billy Simpson"s in a rage,
In another contest he'd not engage,
He'll stop down on the landing stage,
Like a jolly steam-boat conductor, O.

The Good Templars they were in a stew,
They cut away like winking, O.
When they found out their man had lost.
They all began a drinking. O.
It was a fight boys who should win.
Water, porter, beer, or gin,
The water run out, and the spirit run in,
Long life to Torr, and Sandon, O.

Poor Billy Simpson, and Mr. Caine,
They tried to win but 'twas all in vain,
We beat them before, and we've done it again'
Hurra, for Torr, and Sandon, O.

White, Printer, Rose Place, Liverpool.