Ye rally and cry: “For ourselves and the Crown!”
And ye hoodwink the people and trample them down.
Proud Salisbury, descending, declares to the poor,
That he works for them now—though he did not before.
But hark! through the thunder and speech-laden air,
Who is he that flies howling in rage and despair?
’Tis the loud Democrat, so triumphant of late,
The country has snubbed him, and—shown him the gate!
Weep, Tories! your tricks to the country are plain,
O weep!—can ye hope to deceive them again?