The rich, with their treasure, can roll at their leisure; They know not, they feel not, for nothing but pleasure. Full bellies don’t know what an empty one’s feeling, Enough to set hundreds that’s honest a-stealing; And farmers, now mind it, your corn quickly grind it, And bring it to market, or you’ll be behind it; And ’tatoes must drop, too--old chaps, you will find it, The corn’s coming free, now the ports are open. This dropping of food, instead of its rising, To some of the bakers has come most surprising; Such stocks they’ve laid in, thinking of making riches, Through this fall of bread some will dirty their breeches! The stores that’s hid up, now they out must be bringing, Or else a dead weight on their hands will be ringing, While sighing and crying we’ll merrily be singing-- Come, drop your bread, bakers, the ports are thrown open. Set your pots on the fire which of late has been empty, Pies, dumplings, and puddings, there soon will be plenty; And ’tatoes must fall, too, for one thing remember, All food’s to come free from the first of September; And ships from all parts, now they are got in motion, Their canvas well spread are a-ploughing the ocean, To bring in cheap food from each foreign nation, So, lasses and lads, shout, the ports are all open. So now to conclude and finish my ditty, This filling of bellies it sounds very pretty. To thousands of jaws that look haggard and thin too, So chuck away lads, your past time to regain now; And butchers, your flesh meat may now be dropping, Such rattling of grinders, and porridge pots wopping, For some when they start there will be no stopping-- Shout huzza, lads and lasses, the ports are thrown open. John Harkness, Printer, 121, Church Street, Preston. A NEW SONG ON THE LIBERATION OF DANIEL O’CONNELL. Harkness, Printer, 121, Church Street, Preston. Rejoice you sons of Erin’s Isle throughout the British nation, I hope you’ll listen unto me to this my true narration. Each spy and knave that did enslave, thank God they are defeated, For our loyal Patriots are free, and Daniel’s liberated. CHORUS. Cheer up my boys, our Parliament will soon be reinstated, For our loyal Patriots are free, and Daniel’s liberated. When the glorious news it did arrive throughout the Irish nation, Both rich and poor, high and low, of every rank and station, To Harold’s cross they did repair with hearts all elevated, To see the star of Erin’s Isle, brave Daniel liberated. These forty years brave noble Dan our rights he has defended; In spite of vile Oppression, for Freedom he contended! Our Parliament it’s his interest shortly to obtain, sir, And gain for the land St. Patrick blest, with all his might and main, sir.