With power in his strong hands;
And his victory well may stir alarms
In Squire-Parsonic bands.
The Squire looks black, his face is long,—
"Vicar not in the van?
Oh! things are going to the doose
As fast as e'er they can!
The blacksmith with his grimy face
Has proved to be best man.
"Week in, week out, he'll spout and fight!