What a fuss there was in England, Ireland, and Scotland too, On the passing of the Corn Bill and the good that it would do, But since it’s past Meat got so high which makes poor people pine. If it would do good it’s time it did for factories are on short time. For when the bill was in the house they said it would do good, To the working man it has not yet, I only wish it would, For factories are on short time wherever you may go, And the masters all are scheming plans to get our wages low. There’s different parts in Ireland, it is true what I do state, There’s hundreds that are starving, for they can’t get food to eat, And if they go unto the rich to ask them for relief, They bang their doors in their faces as if they were a thief. Alas! how altered are the times, rich men despise the poor, And pay them off quite scornful at their door, And if a man is out of work his parish pay is small, Enough to starve himself and wife, his children and all. In former times when Christmas came we had a good big loaf, Then beef and mutton plenty were, and we enjoyed them both, But now a days such altered ways and different is the times, If starving and ask relief you’re sent to a Whig bastile. So to conclude and finish these few verses I have made, I hope to see before it’s long men for their labour paid, Then we’ll rejoice with heart and voice and banish all our woes, But before we do old England must pay us what she owes. JOHN HARKNESS, Printer, 121, Church Street, Preston. THE OLD ENGLISH BULL JOHN _v._ THE POPE’S BULL OF ROME. “My good Child as it is necessary at this very important crisis; when, that good pious and very reasonable old gentleman Pope Pi-ass the nineth has promised to favour us with his presence, and the pleasures of Popery--and trampled on the rights and privilages which, we, as Englishmen, and Protestants, have engaged for these last three hundred years--Since Bluff, king Hal. began to take a dislike to the broad brimmed hat of the venerable Cardinal Wolsey, and proclaimed himself an heretic; It is necessary I say, for you, and all of you, to be perfect in your Lessons so as you may be able to verbly chastize this saucy prelate, his newly made Cardinal Foolishman, and the whole host of Puseites and protect our beloved Queen, our Church, and our Constitution. “_Q._ Now my boy can you tell me what is your Name? “_A._ B---- Protestant. “_Q._ How came you by that name? “_A._ At the time of Harry the stout, when Popery was in a galloping consumption the people protested against the surpremacy and instalence of the Pope; and his Colleges had struck deep at the hallow tree of superstition I gained the name of Protestant, and proud am I, and ever shall be to stick to it till the day of my death. “_Let us say._ “From all Cardinals whether wise or foolish. Oh! Queen Spare us. “_Spare us, Oh Queen._