What do you think of the agitator Dan? For the rights of Great Britain he stuck up like a man. The state of the nation he told the tories blunt, And if I may be believ’d he’s not deceived like foolish Harry Hunt. And they’re all conversing about Parliament Reform. What do you think of Waithman and of Wood? They’ve done their best endeavours to do the people good, They stuck to William & his Ministers, rumours could not be afloat, That they like many others will never turn their coat. So we’re all rejoicing the dissolution’s taken place. What do you think of the Rat-catcher Bob? I think he had a sneaking to get into a job, Along with the old Soldier, but mark what I do say The King will never part with Russell, Brougham, or Grey So they’re all praying, the tories are praying for the death of all the three. Now what do you think about the Dissolution? If William had not closed the house, there’d have been a revolution. In every part of England there’s been some funny stories So success to Russell & to Grey, the devil take the Tories, Who are all lamenting the places they have lost. Pray what do you think of the Boroughmongers now? Each day and every hour they’ve been kicking up a row. They’ve endeavoured the whole nation to fill with discontent, But they never more will have a chance to get into Parliament So they’re all lamenting because they are turned out. I’m certain every Briton owns it was to gain their right King William and his Ministers did so boldly fight; Turn-coats, Boroughmongers and Tories you will see King William take by the heels and drown them in the sea So we’re all laughing at the Boroughmongers fall. Here’s a health to King William and his Ministers so true, We are certain they will never flinch, their courage is True Blue; Turn-coats, Boroughmongers, and Tories too may grunt, But the devil will drive them in a van, with Wilson and with Hunt. And they’re all lamenting. Printed by T. BIRT, No. 39, Great St. Andrew Street, Seven Dials. [Illustration] QUEEN VICTORIA. Welcome now, VICTORIA! Welcome to the throne! May all the trades begin to stir, Now you are Queen of England; For your most gracious Majesty May see what wretched poverty Is to be found on England’s ground, Now you are Queen of England. CHORUS. Of all the flowers in full bloom, Adorn’d with beauty and perfume, The fairest is the rose in June, Victoria, Queen of England. While o’er the country you preside, Providence will be your guide, The people then will never chide, Victoria, Queen of England. She doth declare it her intent To extend reform in parliament, On doing good she’s firmly bent, While she is Queen of England. Of all the flowers, &c.