But when they’d said their utmost say,
And vented all their spleen,
The truth it shortly came to light,
Such things had never been.
And then Sir Francis high was praised
And just applauses met,
And by his King he straightway was
Created Baronet.
Not so Lord Gosford, who, intent
His nat’ral bent to show,
The titled minion had become
Of Speaker Papineau.
In him rebellion evermore
Was sure to find a friend;
His only study seemed to be
His utmost help to lend.
It happen’d that the rebel gang
Some resolutions passed,
To which they swore that they would stick
Unto the very last.
And Melbourne then, to ease their fears,
Three knowing G’s (geese) did send,
To see if they could calm the French
And make their murmurs end.
They quickly came, Lord Gosford chief,
A pretty set were they,
And Jean Baptiste, he swore outright
He not a sou would pay.
Lord Johnny Russell then got wrath,
And spoke as lion bold,
That he the money soon should get
As in the time of old.
The Frenchmen at St. Charles then
Did loud assert their right;
But soon they found ’twas easier far
To make a speech than fight.
For quick the Loyalists around
Their much loved flag did rally,
The battle-shout was heard throughout
The broad St. Lawrence valley.