Just help me through with that, and I'll cry aye to all your movements,
For war, the plague, economy, or any great improvements."
Bow, wow, wow.
Sir Francis Burdett next appears, once idol of the people,
Who says, the thought of raising rents should never make men sleep ill;
For, though so pure a patriot, his gains he would increase, Sir,
And does not care if quartern loaves five shillings were a-piece, Sir.
Bow, wow, wow.
But what a noble stir he made on Hunt's incarceration,
Because his name he holds in such exalted estimation;