AN OLD AND CURIOUS SONG,
On the late Mr. R. Clayton being made an Alderman.
Tune—"The Vicar and Moses."
My good Mr. Pun,
We know you like fun,
And also to crack a good joke;
'Tis well known in the nation,
That our Corporation
Has long lain under a cloak.
Fal lal de ral, &c.
But after your year,
How strange 'twill appear,
(Pray Heaven it prove for your good,)
To all the whole nation,
That our Corporation
Will then crouch under a Hood.[42]
Now, we poor folks,
Who're not us'd to jokes,
But with the sweets take the bitters—
The folks in our station
Think our Corporation
Has long been outfitted by Fitters.
Oh, Watty! Oh, Watty![43]
Shouldst thou now see Natty,
And his clan, how thickly they lay't on;
You'd say, in their order,
Mayor, Commons, Recorder,
Are all now outwitted by Cl——n.
From the days of good Walters,
To his who makes halters,[44]
Such changes have here taken place,
That from its high station,
Our poor Corporation
Has sunk into abject disgrace.
When the Alderman's gown
Was hawk'd about town,
And none would be found for to lay't on,
Up stepp'd brother Bob,
And settled the job,
And he was dubb'd Alderman C——n.