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The Distrest Laddie,
A New Song to an Old Tune, as lately Sung at St. Stephen's Chapel by the Right Hon. Lord Althorp, Primo Buffo, etc., etc., in the New Farce of “The Budget.”
Oh! where, and Oh! where is my tax on transfers gone?
Oh! where, etc.
'Tis gone to pot at once, for the monied people frown,
And it's Oh! in my heart, they won't give me half-a-crown.
Oh! where, etc.
'Tis gone to pot at once, for the monied people frown,
And it's Oh! in my heart, they won't give me half-a-crown.
Suppose, and suppose that I lay it on the land!
Suppose, and suppose, etc.
There's Knatchbull swears that if I do, my Ministry shan't stand,
And it's Oh! in my heart, I can't lay it on the land!
Suppose, and suppose, etc.
There's Knatchbull swears that if I do, my Ministry shan't stand,
And it's Oh! in my heart, I can't lay it on the land!
Oh! where, and Oh! where is my tax on sea-borne coals?
Oh! where, etc.
The City people like it, but—will they take off their tolls?
(Chorus of Citizens.)
Oh! where, etc.
The City people like it, but—will they take off their tolls?
“It's Oh! in our hearts, if we do, then bless our souls!”
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Suppose, and suppose I take off the tax on glass!
Suppose, etc.
Hunt says 'twill do some little good, but Hume says I'm an ass,
And it's Oh! in my heart, it's just like that Scotchman's saace!
Suppose, etc.
Hunt says 'twill do some little good, but Hume says I'm an ass,
And it's Oh! in my heart, it's just like that Scotchman's saace!
Suppose, and suppose that I lay it on again!
Suppose, etc.
Why, then my grand professions will have all been made in vain!
And it's Oh! in my heart, how it puzzles my poor brain!
Suppose, etc.
Why, then my grand professions will have all been made in vain!
And it's Oh! in my heart, how it puzzles my poor brain!
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