My int'rest, aw'm sure, you always shall hae,
And a job aw will get you on the Sabbath-day;
For some one at the council this day did propose,
That we the dog-fights in Green's Field should oppose.
And Usher was told for to seek out three men,
To assist him on Sundays, and thou shalt be ane;
And 'bout what thou wert saying a motion aw'll bring,
For, doubtless, 'twill prove a necessary thing.
We thank ye, says aw, but d'ye think that ye're right,
In trying to stop us frae seeing a dog-fight;
For maw thoughts about liberty it fairly clogs,
Yet—we've barking enough wi' twe-fooled dogs.
Gateshead, March 1, 1836. Y. S.
THE ELECTION DAY.
Tune—"There's nae Luck about the House."
Ye Freemen all, with heart and voice
Your banners wide display—
Bring Hodgson forth, your man of choice,
Upon th' Election-day.
Then fill your glasses, drink your fill,
Drink deeply while you may—
With right good-will, we'll drink and swill
Upon th' Election-day.
But politics are not the stuff
That we care much about—
Nor care, so we get drink enough,
Who's in, or who is out.