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Five-and-twenty parliament-men all on a row—there was Lord McIville and Mr. Whitbread, up to their elbows in suds; bucking away, trussing up—Ah, goody, goody, you and I are the only people that work hard for bread, all other work is merely fiddle faddle, diddle daddle, double simi dimi quibble, down below—It is my lady's birth-day, therefore, we'll sing—

Increase to our trade—I know you wish the same,
And to each hearty cock that's deserving the name;
And long life to King George, for he's cock of the game,
With his tuck tuck, tuck, fal de ral, lal de ral—
tuck, tuck, tuck, fal de ral, lal de ral— (crow like a cock)

—fal de ral, la ral lal, fal de ral la.