I'd serve the lifeless bronze the same as I'd have served his bones;
And on the empty stance I would in radiant metal show,
A bolder and a braver man—the patriot PAPINEAU.
Down, down, I say, with George the Fourth!—for him there's no delay;
Let all askance direct their glance, for virtue's sake, we pray;
So says our new Pygmalion, the purist of the town,
'Twere shame that he compelled should be, in passing, to look down.
Let's find another statue of the brave old English breed,
A worthy of an earlier age—a champion good at need;
No cause were then to seem ashamed, though slaves might feel afraid,