But gold, tho’ much, can’t all things do, and money’s power will fly—
An English House of Lords again the Baron’s seat deny!
He won’t resign quite tranquilly, and still again will try,
But tho’ his City friends may howl, they know it’s “all my eye,”
About this fine rich Jewish nobleman,
One of a wealthy kind.
But tho’ Free-trade our land may crush (to Cotton Lords the prey),
Still Christian is the Commons House that doth old England sway;
Tho’ Rome may thrive, and rank Dissent our Church assail to-day,
Our Christian test no Jewish gold shall ever thrust away.[14]