Our tried and trusty Governor,
Of rebel well aware,
Defied their malice, and them told
“To come on if they dare.”
Now all around our happy land
Was heard a joyous shout—
Of forty-seven, rebels all,
Full thirty were left out.
Ex-Speaker Bidwell in the dumps
Vow’d politics he’d quit;
For well he know in that there House
He never more could sit.
Mackenzie also lost his place,
“And whete and phlower” too,
Mud Turtle and his hopeful gang
Were left their deeds to rue.
And Loyalty triumphant was
In almost every place,
Its bitter foes were left at home
To batten on disgrace.
Of Doctor Duncombe must I tell,
Who off to England hies,
And thought a wondrous job to work
By pawning off his lies.
How, decked with jewels of all kinds,
He looked so mighty gay,
And how his name he quickly changed
When he got well away.
And how he met with Jocky R.,
And Josey Hume, also,
And what a jolly set they were
When planning what to do.
And soon they summ’d up all our wants
The “tottle” for to find;
Said Josey, “Soon a storm I’ll raise,”
Said Duncombe, “That is kind.
“And—for I know you never stick
At trick’ry or at lie;
I think we might make out a case
Twix’t Roebuck, you and I.”