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                The Boroughmongers

                   IN A PUCKER !

Tune, the Vicar and Moses.—Composed by Mr. Braham.

" WE shall all die with hunger," said an o'd Boroughmonger,
Who long had been sacking the pelf
From the people's hard earnings, and such shocking heart burnings,
His motto was always— Myself !

" Yes," he cry'd, to one younger, " we shall all die with hunger,
For Ruin will follow REFORM !
O ! like mountainous surges, my Lord Russell's grand Purge is,
O'erwhelming us all in the storm."

This old veleran in sin, made such terrible din,
It brought the whole fry to a stew :
Such a sudden eruption, from a mass of corruption,
Like lightning so swiftly it flew.

When collected together, he sung out " Stormy weather !
Hark ! now, how't sounds—RESTITUTION !
In great danger the thing is—there's the People and King is
Our foes, and to our Institution."

Then a long silence ensu'd, amidst this vjie corrupt brood,
A word to be heard was so scarce !
Till the late great Commander, like a huge Salamander,
Gave out—" Why the whole is a FARCE !"

Said that rich fosty Old Elf, now on the Chancery shelf,
" Your lingo may do for your greens ;*
But these are sailors true-blue, so Master Prince Waterloo,
They will not be gull'd like Marines.

" Though your head's crown'd with laurel, and is famous in quarrel,
'Twas Britons that won you the fame ;
And if now against FREEDOM, and REFURM you can lead them,
Why, then, it's a farcical game.

" But the case is quite alter'd, here he quiver'd and falter'd,—
" 'Tis WILLIAM ! not GEORGE, lack-a-day !
With his Brougham and Russell, for Reform in a bustle,
And gave us all turn-ups ! for Grey.

" So, you see, to our places, stares the Ex in our faces."
Cry'd the Captain, " that is a blaster.
Ring a Peel, my old stager, call aloud for Bob Major."
" Hear !" sung o t Bob, dear Ex-Master.

" O, that dire exclamation ! send a strong proclamation,
Bring our reserve to head quarters ;
Young and old, of both sexes, all receivers of taxes,
And Boroughmonger extorters.

" They must lug out their treasure, for I find that vile measure
Is not, what I once thought, a joke :
What Old Gripe has inform'd me, has now greatly alarm'd me,
Come, Bob, have you call'd all our folk ?"

" Yes, I've gi'n an oration, near my Ex-Police Station,
A long and a strong loud ap-Peel,
And they'll soon bring their cash out, these Reformers to thrash out,
And upset THE Bill, neck and heel.

" What a buzz and a humming, see, my Lord, who is coming,
Against ALL Reform how he raves ;
And Reformers and Bill, too, he would soon give a pill to,
Then send one and all to their Graves !"

When the word Graves was sounded, like a monster he bounded,
" ' Begone, bloody Banquo, begone ;'

See the Graves are all storming against Anti-Reforming,
Behold, my Lord Duke, how they yawn !"

" What ! my Lord, is your meaning ? sure, your Highness is dreaming,
' Shadows below soldiers heeding ;'
Come, arouse from your slumber, O, great Duke of Land Cumber !
Wake ! for the foe is proceeding.

Don't you see that Grey devil, with Reform Bill to level,
Just like the cholera morbus ;
Every rank and distinction, and to Tories ex-tinction,
'Twill all in ruin absorb us.

" Then to vanquish and still this Reform, now no trifle,
Come, we'll concentrate our forces :
With bis fam'd spinning-jennies, here comes Bob, and rich ninnies—
Stock'd well with gold are their purses.

" From our ' well-working system ' we can aid and assist them,
All our good friends with the ready ;
Though they say it's ill-gotten, from a Borough-thing rotten,
Yet it has work'd well and steady.

" And to guard it we'll struggle, from Reform and all juggle,
See, we have friends in profusion ;
Now, to man every station, fight against innovation,
Here comes Reformer's confusion."

Enter great Lawyer Endless ! " Now we ne'er shall be friendless !"
Bleating aloud like a Wether ;
Ell he took for his measure—to outlaw, at his leisure,
All the Reformers together.

Then his Saint, the great Duke spoke, " Now, behold, friends & good folk,
' I'll do what I like with my own !'
'Tis my Newcastle salmon, though they call it all gammon,
And say, it's corrupt to the bone.

" Then, they say, they'll disfranchise all our burrow-like pigstys,
Hence all our sway and our splendor ;

But I ne'er will knock under, nor submit to such plunder,
Sooner I'd die than surrender."

Here a magpie like chatter, interrupting the matter,
Said, " All Reformers he'd cut-throat ;
And, from fam'd Londonderry, through their blood he would ferry,"
Spoke like a crack'd Brother's high note.

Now, what shocking bad stories, from some rich old she Tories,
And rank to the very back-bone ;
They would sooner see blood run through the land, and all London,
Than Russell's Reforming Loadstone !

" It so draws all the people !" came a voice from the STEEPLE !
Now, Old Mother Church was below—
All her sons to awaken, who with panic were shaken,
To see all their flocks on the go.

" To Reform ! O, how shocking ! only see, how they're flocking !"
Now, Mother Church had misgivings,
For she heard their vile sayings,—" We'll reform, too, tithe payings,"
Then casting look at fat livings.

Now a cry did the air fill, with—" Here comes King Reform Bill ;
O, all is lost ! dissolution !"
" Then," with great consternation, cry'd the whole Tory nation,
" See, here's the Gulf Revolution !"

Like the Children of Babel, up to build were not able,
Language for this was confou ded ;
So these lmps of Corruption here was all interruption,
Thinking their power quite unbounded.

Soon a power, that is stronger, will o'erthrow Boroughmonger,
Here are your hopes ever blighted !
'Tis your knell, Tory Faction—down you go, see Election,
King, and the People united !

Though Our Bill's now rejected, by those Lords that's connected
Along with Corruption and Sin,
Can these Lords ever sever Our Grand Union ? no never !
Freemen will never give in !

                                                                                              * RIFLE CORPS

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