He suddenly took a great interest in pigs,
The crops, and all kinds of manure;
Vowed he’d nothing in common with Tories or Whigs,
But he was the real friend of the poor-oor-oor,
That he was the real friend, &c.
Then the “Free, Independent Electors,” somehow,
All got in the sun mer-ri-ly;
For a week, on the cheap, with mine host of the “Plough,”
They feasted con-tin-u-ally-ly-ly,
They kept up the game merrily.