In connection with this election, a song written especially for the potters, and no doubt sung while this very mug was filled with strong ale, and passed round from mouth to mouth, is worth reprinting:—
THE POTTER’S SONG.
To the tune of “Ye mortals whom fancy,” &c.
ADDRESSED TO THE PLUMPING POTTERS.
Ye true-hearted fellows, free plumpers and men,
Independent in Britain, how great is your claim!
Not power without candour can soothe with a smile,
Or forms of vain grandeur e’en fancy beguile.
Chorus.
And thus sings the parent of liberty’s cause,