Chorus—It's high time, &c.
There's artful JOEY CHAMBERLAIN, he looks as hard as nails,
But when he wants to butter us, the Dorset never fails;
He lays it on so soft and slab, not to say thick and messy.
He couldn't flummerify us more were each of us a JESSE!
Chorus—It's high time, &c.
Then roystering RANDOM takes his turn; his treacle's pretty thick;
He gives the Tories the straight tip,—and don't they take it—quick?
And now, by Jove, it's comical!—where will the fashion end?—
There's PARNELL ups and poses as the genuine Labourer's Friend!