Then fill your glasses, drink your fill—
Fill and drink away,
And ev'ry one enjoy the fun
Upon th' Election-day.
Brave Vulcan is our leader bold,
The pride of all good fellows—
He swears the iron shall ne'er grow cold,
While he can blow the bellows.
Then fill your glasses, what's the toast,
To drive dull care away?—
'May ev'ry man be at his post
Upon th' Election-day.'
The landlord next appears in view,
Our second in command,
Encouraging the jovial crew
To drink while they can stand.
Then charge your glasses, noble souls,
The toast without delay—
'May thirsty souls have flowing bowls
Upon th' Election-day.'
Then Hodgson's name aloud proclaim
Victoriously that day;
While he, in honour of his fame,
Will all expences pay.
Then fill your glasses, what's the toast?
Fill and drink away—
'May ev'ry man drink all he can
Upon th' Election-day.'
W. Watson