TORY LORD TO DITTO DITTO ON THE EVE OF THE INTRODUCTION OF THE FRANCHISE BILL INTO THE UPPER HOUSE.
If you're going, look in early, look in early, brother peer,
To-morrow we'll have the merriest fling we've had for many a year;
We've had for many a year, brother—Aha! hip, hip, hooray!
For "the measure" comes up, they say, brother, "the measure" comes up, they say.
The bishops will go with us, brother, and landlords fat and lean,
And they'll vote ditto, brother—the weak-kneed Whigs, I mean;
With quiddities and flow'ry quirks we'll whittle the bill away.
We'll whittle the bill away, brother, we'll whittle the bill away.
And all the law-lords, brother, will use their subtle skill
By verbiage and amendment sly to mutilate the bill;
Our lordly mashers, too, brother, will meet in grand array,
For 'twill be as good as the play, brother, 'twill be as good as the play.
We thought to kick it out, brother, but we've found it wouldn't pay;
J. B. would never stand it, so we'll better tact display;
And we'll hocuss him, you see brother, and mar its clauses dear:
So, we'll be early, places taking, we'll be early, brother peer.
GERMANICUS.