Curiosities of Street Literature

by Unknown

O the Elections are coming, what doings there’’ll be,

Such gutting and guzzling you never did see,

There’ll be cheap beef and ale for poor voters just then,

With Wine, Turtle, and Venison for gentlemen,

There will be open houses in every street,

Where the Birds of a feather may daily meet,

And sly Booots attends to collect all their senses;

Crying, landlord, fill up now, and damn all expenses.

Then to see the great nobs, who a canvassing go,

In the house, or the garret, or the cellar below,