The Ins and Outs from rest are back,
The Speaker’s in his chair.
The talk-mill now resumes its clack,
As birds begin to pair.
The wild-fire quickens tongue and pen,
Wit’s bow is strung to slay.
Uprouse ye then, my merry, merry men,
It is our op’ning day!
Chorus—Uprouse ye then, &c.
Both Whigs and Rads are wide awake,