Act, that honest hearts may love thee;
Act, that party knaves may hate;
And from office when they shove thee,
Have a heart to meet thy fate.
Tho’ Protection roar around thee,
As loud as roar it can,
Tho’ they set on to confound thee,
“Young Ben,” that “nice young man.—”
Tho’ county members yell,
Tho’ you sever Party’s link,