I never thought they’d turn me out, For well I knew my way about, But I am licked without a doubt, So pity poor Benjamin Dizzy. Oh! if I could Bill Gladstone thump, I’d burst his nose, and kick his r--p; If like Jack Heenan I could fight, I’d wollop both him and Johnny Bright. Gladstone will play the deuce with me, For he’s got a great majority, And as sure as my name is Disreali, I am shoved out by Gladstone. Billy Gladstone made a great big birch, And said he’d not be in the lurch, But he’d sweep away the Irish Church, And kill poor Benjamin Dizzy. If he had his will he’d play some rigs, He’d smother the people with Parsons’ wigs; But if I had my will, mark what I mean, I’d make Murphy a footman to the Queen. Murphy and me could make it right, If like a Lancashire lad I could fight, I’d poke out the eyes of Jackey Bright, And punch the shins of Gladstone. I tremble and I quake with fear, For Gladstone he is so severe, Though he was kicked out in Lancashire, For Greenwich he’s elected. The destructives say all over the land, Every tub on his own bottom shall stand. But in spite of all their joy and prate, I will support the Church and State. Bill Gladstone, Bright, and old Bob Lowe, Are in the Cabinet you know, And I will whistle not for Joe, To all the measures they bring forward. Where the Shamrock, Leek and Thistle grow, I find that I had lots of foes, So I will stick to England’s Rose, And never will surrender. Last night as I lay on my bed, Some dreadful things came in my head, I dreamt that I was whacked with a birch, And that I’d swallowed the Irish Church. Oh, Bright and Gladstone go the rig, The Irish Church the fishes and pigs, That you may be choked with Parsons’ wigs, Is the wish of Benjamin Dizzy. John Harkness, Printer, Preston. THE GREAT BATTLE FOR FREEDOM AND REFORM. You working men of England, Who live by daily toil, Speak for your rights, bold Englishmen, All thro’ Britain’s isle; The titled tories keep you down, Which you cannot endure, And the reason I to tell am bound, You’re but working men--and poor. With Gladstone, Russell, Beales, and Bright We shall weather through the storm, To give the working man his rights, And gain the Bill,--Reform. If the Hyde Park meeting had been allowed, No disturbance would have been. Long life, they cried, to the Prince of Wales, And God bless England’s Queen! Why should the parks be ever closed Against the poor, who for them pay, Work with a will for equality, And you will gain the day.