Says Calcraft, "I've a better plan, and let us pull together;
Vansittart means to ease the Malt, so let us work the Salt Tax—
If Salt should be the word with him—why then we'll try the Malt Tax."
Bow, wow, wow.
Young Normanby—surprising change!—the motley party graces,
And wars against his flesh and blood, to prate at useless places;
And Hobhouse swears that every place and placeman he will bark at,
Except the first Commissioner for Nabob's debts at Arcot.
Bow, wow, wow.
There's Joseph Yorke, while he a Lord of Admiralty flourish'd,