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XLV. THE STATE OF THE NATION.
“We are now a trampled nation.”—Times.
We have been some years reforming,
Chattering, cheering, stamping, storming;
Cutting bludgeons from the hedges,
Asking for all sorts of pledges;
Breaking heads, and breaking glasses,
Calling people knaves and asses;
After all our agitation,
We are now a “trampled nation”!
Chattering, cheering, stamping, storming;
Cutting bludgeons from the hedges,
Asking for all sorts of pledges;
Breaking heads, and breaking glasses,
Calling people knaves and asses;
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We are now a “trampled nation”!
Mr. Croker's thrusts are parried,
Schedules A and B are carried;
Vain is Wetherell's long alarum,
There is no reprieve for Sarum;
All the money in our pockets
Went to purchase squibs and rockets;
Oh, what foolish exultation!
We are still “a trampled nation”!
Schedules A and B are carried;
Vain is Wetherell's long alarum,
There is no reprieve for Sarum;
All the money in our pockets
Went to purchase squibs and rockets;
Oh, what foolish exultation!
We are still “a trampled nation”!
Buckingham is quite a Tully,
Solon was a fool to Gully;
Pryme's a lecturer, caught at college,
Pease, a Quaker, full of knowledge;
Fielden is extremely clever,
Finn can talk, and talk for ever:
What a glorious constellation!
Yet we are “a trampled nation.”
Solon was a fool to Gully;
Pryme's a lecturer, caught at college,
Pease, a Quaker, full of knowledge;
Fielden is extremely clever,
Finn can talk, and talk for ever:
What a glorious constellation!
Yet we are “a trampled nation.”
We have got Lord Grey to ease us
Of the taxes that displease us;
We have got, besides, some dozens
Of his lordship's sons and cousins:
They are blest with places, pensions,
And the very best intentions;
It's against their inclination
That we are “a trampled nation.”
Of the taxes that displease us;
We have got, besides, some dozens
Of his lordship's sons and cousins:
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And the very best intentions;
It's against their inclination
That we are “a trampled nation.”
We have got the Times adorning
Facts with figures every morning;
Now denouncing right and reason,
Now defending guilt and treason;
Raving, ranting, blustering, blundering,
Pro and con alternate thundering;
It has wondrous circulation;
Why are we “a trampled nation”?
Facts with figures every morning;
Now denouncing right and reason,
Now defending guilt and treason;
Raving, ranting, blustering, blundering,
Pro and con alternate thundering;
It has wondrous circulation;
Why are we “a trampled nation”?
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