YES, our Election’s past, and we’ve been free,
Somewhat as madmen without keepers be;
And such desire of Freedom has been shown,
That both the parties wish’d her all their own:
All our free smiths and cobblers in the town
Were loth to lay such pleasant freedom down;
To put the bludgeon and cockade aside,
And let us pass unhurt and undefied.
True! you might then your party’s sign produce,
And so escape with only half th’ abuse: