T——LY'S BEST BLOOD.
A North Shields Song.—Written in 1820.
While Cartwright, and Wooler, and Cobbett, and all
The souls of the brave attend Liberty's call,
J——n T——ley, the best friend of kings since the flood,
Is ready for slavery to spill his best blood.
A press so licentious—for 'twill tell the truth—
Is truly distressing to T——ley, forsooth:
He's a foe to the Queen, and no wonder he should,
Since he vows for oppressors to spill his best blood.
What an excellent orator in his own way,
Mechanics, Shoemakers, and Joiners do say:
But he does not remember that Drones steal their food,
Were it not for the Becs he would have no best blood.
The Loyalist party consumptive are grown,
Though time-serving T——ley the fact may disown:
And it will not be long—God forbid that it should!
Ere Reform freeze the springs of T——ley's best blood.
THE NEWCASTLE NOODLES.
BY JAMES MORRISON.
Be easy, good folks, for we're all safe enough,
Better fortune seems now to attend us;
And two canny fellows, both lusty and tough,
Have rais'd a new corps to defend us.
Men sound wind and limb, good sighted and stout,
That can fight well, without being daunted;
Free from all diseases, such like as the gout,
And can jump, or be ready when wanted.