Oh, let not Tory spirits quake—
The people rouse—they’re quite awake—
We’re beat to-night—oh, dear!
From The Blue Bag; or, Toryana.
(Effingham Wilson, London, 1832.)
Fly not yet.
Sung by the Right Honorable W. E. Forster, M P
(“Owing to the near approach of the passing of the Coercion Act a number of Transatlantic personages, who have been going about Dublin for some time, have disappeared. It has also had the effect of inducing others to remove to England.”—Dublin News letter.)
Fly not yet! ’tis just the hour
When murder, like the midnight flower