Yet think not, that though such,
He'll quit the Town's Hutch,
Or any thing there let miscarry;
Still there he'll give law,
Rule by his cat's paw,
The ever obliging Old Harry.
Ye honest electors,
Our faithful protectors,
In you there can never be blame;
As by following the Mayor.
And supporting the chair,
We always must vote for the same.
Ye scum of the bowl,
In vain you may growl,
Like the swinish group in a storm,
Nat will rule the roast,
And still make a boast,
That danger lies not in Reform.[45]
[42] Alderman Hood.
[43] Ald. Blackett.
[44] Ald. Cramlington.
[45] A few copies of the above song were printed by Mrs. Angus about the year 1795. It was said to have been written by the late Mr. James Davidson, attorney, author of a poem entitled, "Despair in Love, an Imprecatory Prayer;" which was also printed by Mrs. Angus—Sir Matthew White Ridley resigned his office of Magistrate about this time, observing, that "Clayton up stairs, and Clayton down stairs will never do."
NEWCASTLE LANDLORDS.—1834.
Kind friends and acquaintance, attention I claim,
While a few jolly Landlord, in this town, I name;
In alphabet order my song it is penn'd,
And I hope, for joke's sake, it will never offend.