Exchequer bills and ventilation.
Oh! the artful Tories dear,
Oh! the dear, the artful Tories
They alone perceive, ’tis clear,
That taxes tend to England’s glories.
The Whigs declared cheap bread was good;
To satisfy the people’s cravings
They tried to take the tax off wood—
Lord knows what might be done with shavings!
The Tories vow these schemes were wrong,