For Fleetwood and Strickland hurrah! Hurrah, for the Radicals true, Now the polling is done, and the election is won By the Banners of Green and Sky-blue; The Tories may now go and mourn, No longer they’ll carry the sway, For the brave Preston lads, the Whigs and the Rads, Have torn all their laurels away. For the Preston Reformers hurrah, A glorious struggle they’ve made, To pull tyranny down, and victory crown The friends of Reform and Free Trade; No longer shall liberty’s sons, Crouch down to the bigotted few; Now the election is won Reform marches on, In spite of what Tories can do. So hurrah for the Black Fleet, hurrah! For the spinners and weavers also, Now the banners shall wave, and the music shall play, And our members in triumph shall go; The faction that dared to oppose, Before the voice of the people does fly; So the victors shall sing till the welkin does ring, With voices that reach to the sky. To the land that we live in hurrah! Where the banner of freedom’s unfurl’d, May it soon have to wave o’er the last tyrant’s grave, And liberty reign o’er the world; The children that yet are unborn, Shall sing of the deeds we have done, How their fathers so brave would no longer be slaves, But fought till the battle was won. [Illustration] PETERLOO. See! see! where freedom’s noblest champion stands, Shout! shout! illustrious patriot band, Here grateful millions their generous tribute bring, And shouts for freedom make the welkin ring, While fell corruption and her hellish crew The blood-stained trophies gained at Peterloo. Soon shall fair freedom’s sons their right regain, Soon shall all Europe join the hallowed strain, Of Liberty and Freedom, Equal Rights and Laws, Heaven’s choicest blessing crown this glorious cause, While meanly tyrants, crawling minions too, Tremble at their feats performed on Peterloo. Britons, be firm, assert your rights, be bold, Perish like heroes, not like slaves be sold,; Firm and unite, bid millions be free, Will to your children glorious liberty, While cowards--despots long may keep in view, And silent contemplate the deeds on Peterloo. John Harkness, Printer, Preston. [Illustration] THE STATE OF Great Britain, OR A TOUCH AT THE TIMES. _TUNE--Irish Molly O._ As old John Bull was walking one morning free from pain, He heard the Rose, the Shamrock, and the Thistle to complain, An alteration must take place together they did sing, In the Corn Laws and Poor Laws, and many another thing. CHORUS. Conversing on the present time together they did range, All classes thro’ Great Britain now appear so very strange, That England, Ireland, Scotland, and Wales must quickly have a change.