Shall our liberties be crushed. And be trampled to the dust, By men who never earnt a penny in their lives? And yet we must not meet, Nor for our rights dare speak, But if we cannot win, boys, we must try! Now the Tories they do say, If we will only wait, some day They will give us Reform upon their plan; But their kindness it comes slow, And the quarters they would show, Would be the sort the wolf he shows the lamb. So England’s working men, The Rights they still defend, Of the mightiest nation in the world; And thousands will be found, Who will gladly rally round, So the banner of Reform we’ll keep unfurled. Then send the Adullamite crew, And their pals, the Tories, too, Headlong to Old Nick altogether, But for men like Beale and Bright, Let’s shout with all our might, Here’s the good cause, Reform, boys, for ever! WHEN WE GET JOHNNY’S REFORM. Oh! is there not a fuss and bother About Reform, Reform? From one end of England to the other, It’s Reform, Reform. They say it’s to place us in a position, That we may better our condition, And be so jolly happy When we get Johnny’s Reform. Little Johnny, bless the darling boy, Love’s Reform, Reform, Long time he has nursed his favourite toy, Reform, Reform; And the dunderheads says, now really, Is not it a fine grown baby, Shan’t we be jolly happy, When we get Johnny’s Reform. There is our old friend Jacky Bright, Says that Reform, Reform, Is just the thing that’s right, Reform, Reform; To the seven-pound franchise he will stick, And send all opponents to old Nick, And make all jolly happy When we get Johnny’s Reform. Now our pauper system loud does call For Reform, Reform; With the great as well as small Need Reform, Reform; For the poor are not the only ones, That feed upon the nation’s crumbs, But never mind, be happy, When we get Johnny’s Reform. The teetotalers they will preach Up Reform, Reform; And the water-drinking dodge they teach, Reform, Reform; But the tipplers they all do say, They will get tight three times a day, And be so jolly happy When they get Johnny’s Reform. The little boys and girls they say, Reform, Reform, They expect it’s coming some fine day, Reform, Reform; Their bellies then they will be stuffing, With almond rock and cakes for nuffin, And be so jolly happy, When they get Johnny’s Reform. The farmers all throughout the nation, Want Reform, Reform, For they stand in need of reformation, Reform, Reform; But must not they have tidy cheek, To give their men eight bob a week, And tell them to be happy When they get Johnny’s Reform.