Co-equal with red be the gallant true blue, And nought can their glories o’erwhelm, Whilst Sydney & Freemen direct the brave crew, And William presides at the helm; Then fill up a bumper, Britannia appears New rigg’d, and with joy we all hail her, Here’s a health to the King, with three times three cheers, And long life to the first British Sailor. (ENCORE VERSES.) As a Beacon on high with a glorious blaze, Our Monarch, our Admiral, and Friend, A staunch crew of heroes on deck can soon raise Britannia’s just rights to defend. Steady, always be ready, he cries at the wheel, Making justice and mercy prevail here; With a hand that can guide and a heart that can feel, Our King’s heart and soul is a Sailor. Fore and aft fill the glasses and make the decks ring, We are loyal and true one and all; Prepar’d to support our lov’d Country & King And with liberty stand boys, or fall. Our Sweethearts, our Wives, & our Children combine, For Britannia there’s no one will fail her; As laurels the temples of William entwine, Our King! and a bold British Sailor. Printed by T. BIRT, No. 10, Great St. Andrew Street, Seven Dials. [Illustration] KING WILLIAM IV. AND HIS MINISTERS FOR EVER! TUNE.--“_All Nodding, nid, nid, Nodding._” You heroes of England draw near awhile, The Isle of Great Britain will ne’er fail to smile, For William and his Ministers will never look with scorn, They are every one determin’d to struggle for Reform. And they are all conversing about Parliament Reform. Pray what do you think of William and his Queen? A better in Great Britain there never can be seen, Conquered by the Tories, they’ll never be, we’re told, For the rights of the people they’ll fight like heroes bold. And they’re all struggling to obtain the nation’s rights. What do you think of brave Russell, Brougham, & Grey, They have boldly beat the Tories now they have got fair play, To fight for your liberties they eager do resolve, And his Majesty on Friday last did Parliament dissolve. And they’re all trembling, they’ll not get in again. What do you think of the Blacking man of Wilson and others? Why like a set of turn-coats they’ll go to h-- like brothers Into the House of Commons they will never go again, They may cry and pray, lord! lack-a-day, it will surely be in vain. And they’re all lamenting because their seats they must resign. What do you think of Hobhouse and Sir Frank? I think they’re men of honour, & can play a pretty prank. They’ve done the best you must allow to crush a desperate evil, While Blacking men and Soldiers both will ramble to the devil And they’re all conversing about Parliament Reform.