While the Primrose Dames fretted, the Unionists fumed,
She merely the thread of her roundel resumed;
And the Duncanites whispered—"'Tis most underhand!
We must send for a songstress to match Mrs. BRAND."
A change in her theme! She has altered the bar
To Kathleen Mavourneen and Erin-go-bragh!
Spell-bound stand the rustics; she's won the whole throng!
To the lady they've given their votes "for a song."
"'Twill be ours, will the seat—'tis the plot I have planned!
Oh, Music hath charms!"—exclaimed young Mrs. BRAND.