LORD JOHNNY'S LAST KICK.

O dear what a fuss and a bother now,
Our Ministers neither one thing or tother
now,
First one resigns then in comes another
now,
And now we have lost little John,
For a time you may say Johnny was lost
to you,
But he went to make it all right with
Austria,
O the Vienna conference O how he did
boast to you,
Did peace-making little Lord John,
                     CHORUS.
O dear what shall I do now,
My dear little Russia its all up with you
now,
For the fate of the Czar I am in a Stew
now,
My heart's broke cried little Lord John,
Lord Johnny R——I just like a cock
sparrow,
Was planning his peace till his footing
got narrow,
With the Austrian white coat he got into
a bother,
I must cut it cried little Lord John,
O I have got some dear friends in Prussia
I do all I can to save my dear Russia,
At last from them all I am forced for to
brush sir,
I am white coated little Lord John.
O now dearest Russia I must forsake you
Line C——n and B- -t I will turn qua-
ker,
Or else go about selling shrimps and
Baked Taters,
What a hard case cries foolish Lord John,
When at Vienna I attended the mass
there,
I  like the Greek Church the truth I de-
clare,
To hear me sing Hymns, Lord how it
did make them stare,
Now I must sing ballads cried John.
I used to strike wonder to every behol-
der,
But now I must live on cod's head and
shoulders,
In the City of London none was more
bolder,
I could punch my old head, cried Lord
John,
When I was at Vienna I could eat mac-
coroni,
I now must put up with a roll and polonie
I shall be glad to sit down and eat a
dead pony,
To the Crimea I will go cried Lord John
Now Magog must take my place in the
City,
To lose such a member I think it's a pity,
I made but one speech and that was so
witty,
They want to kick out poor Lord John.
When I think about war, I make my
blood boil,
But now I am done brown there's an
end of my toil,
To Russia I go and live on train oil,
O shant I get fat cries Lord John.
There's a lot just like me got out of a
bustle,
A n, G ne, S ey, H t and
R ,
And G m with peace as had a great
tussle,
I  wonder who next cries Lord John,
We think and all who can preach a good
sermon
We get up a band and go out like the
Germans.
Or show dogs and monkeys and all sorts
of vermin,
I go round with my hat cried Lord John,
So now to conclude and finish my ditty,
Little John will get kicked out from the
city,
So send him to Siberia who think it no
pity,
It would break the poor heart of LordJohn
I think I will travel all the world round.
Or help Lord D s with his great long
six pounders,
Or in Petticoat Lane go a selling fried
flounders,
What I cant sell I can eat cried Lord John

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