Unclosed are Tory’s eyes;
The morning papers now will make
Less room for fads and lies.
Bewilder’d Cits through columns ten
Once more will plod their way;
Uprouse ye then, my merry, merry men,
It is our op’ning day.
Chorus—Uprouse ye then, &c.
The Cloture’s power own we now
To silence faction’s jaw;