Acos the electors, like lisping babbies, cried out “No Sankee?”
Then South’ark has sent Alderman Humphrey and Mr. B. Wood,
Who has promised, that if ever a member of parliament did his duty—he would!
Then for the Tower Hamlets, Robinson, Hutchinson, and Thompson, find that they’re in the wrong box,
For the electors, though turned to Clay, still gallantly followed the Fox;
Whilst Westminster’s chosen Rous—not Rouse of the Eagle—tho’ I once seed a
Picture where there was a great big bird, very like a goose, along with a Leda.
And hasn’t Sir Robert Peel and Mr. A’Court been down to Tamworth to be reseated?
They ought to get an act of parliament to save them such fatigue, for its always—ditto repeated.
Whilst at Leeds, Beckett and Aldam have put Lord Jocelyn into a considerable fume,