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ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF LORD CASTLEREAGH. |
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ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF LORD CASTLEREAGH.
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We hope we do not wrong his Lordship in attributing these Morceaux to the Nursery.
Epigrams on Lord Castlereagh.
Oh, Castlereagh! thou art a Patriot now;
Cato died for his country, so didst thou;
He perished rather than see Rome enslaved,
Thou cut'st thy throat, that Britain may be saved.
So Castlereagh has cut his throat!...The worst
Of this is...that his own was not the first.
So He has cut his throat at last!...He! Who?
The man who cut his country's long ago.
Cato died for his country, so didst thou;
He perished rather than see Rome enslaved,
Thou cut'st thy throat, that Britain may be saved.
So Castlereagh has cut his throat!...The worst
Of this is...that his own was not the first.
So He has cut his throat at last!...He! Who?
The man who cut his country's long ago.
Vide the Liberal, p. 164.
(takes up the paper and reads.)
Lord Castlereagh is dead and gone,
Sing doodle, doodle, doodle;
And he has left us all alone,
Sing doodle, doodle, doodle.
Sing doodle, doodle, doodle;
And he has left us all alone,
Sing doodle, doodle, doodle.
When he was alive...oh! then,
Sing doodle, doodle, doodle;
They say he was a naughty man,
Sing doodle, doodle, doodle.
Sing doodle, doodle, doodle;
They say he was a naughty man,
Sing doodle, doodle, doodle.
He made a law to keep rogues quiet,
Sing doodle, doodle, doodle;
But now he's dead...we'll make such riot!
Sing doodle, doodle, doodle.
Sing doodle, doodle, doodle;
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Sing doodle, doodle, doodle.
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