To cure the ills which did surround us;
It should have been, “no cure, no pay!”
For now we’re worse than when they found us.
The Tory clique at length are in,
And vow that they will save the nation,
So kindly give us, to begin—
Exchequer bills and ventilation.
Oh! the artful Tories dear,
Oh! the dear, the artful Tories
They alone perceive, ’tis clear,