On my brow, Peel, on my brow, Peel.
There are sad signs of care;
For the prices are not now, Peel,
What once the prices were.
I was merry—I was merry—when the ’lectioneerers came;
And the Squire, he said the prices would always be the same!
Now I’ve no one, now I’ve no one,
To say a word of cheer.
For the Squire and ’lectioneerers
They never come anear.