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I. THE NEW ORDER OF THINGS.

“Incipient magni procedere menses.”—Virg.

We're sick of this distressing state
Of order and repose;
We have not had enough of late
Of blunders, or of blows;
We can't endure to pass our life
In such a humdrum way;
We want a little pleasant strife—
The Whigs are in to-day!

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Our worthy fathers were content
With all the world's applause;
They thought they had a parliament,
And liberty, and laws.
It's no such thing; we've wept and groaned
Beneath a despot's sway;
We've all been whipped, and starved, and stoned—
The Whigs are in to-day!
We used to fancy Englishmen
Had broken Europe's chain,
And won a battle, now and then,
Against the French in Spain;
Oh no! we never ruled the waves,
Whatever people say;
We've all been despicable slaves—
The Whigs are in to-day!
It's time for us to see the things
Which other folk have seen;
It's time we should cashier our kings,
And build our guillotine;
We'll abrogate Police and Peers,
And vote the Church away;
We'll hang the parish overseers—
The Whigs are in to-day!

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We'll put the landlords to the rout;
We'll burn the College Halls;
We'll turn St. James's inside out,
And batter down St. Paul's.
We'll hear no more of Bench or Bar;
The troops shall have no pay:
We'll turn adrift our men of war—
The Whigs are in to-day!
We fear no bayonet or ball
From those who fight for hire;
For Baron Brougham has told them all
On no account to fire.
Lord Tenterden looks vastly black;
But Baron Brougham, we pray,
Will strip the ermine from his back—
The Whigs are in to-day!
Go pluck the jewels from the Crown,
The colours from the mast,
And let the Three per Cents. come down—
We can but break at last.
If Cobbett is the first of men,
The second is Lord Grey;
Oh must we not be happy, when
The Whigs are in to-day!