Many they aloud will shout, For Reform, Reform, Scarcely knowing what about, Bawl Reform, Reform; They think no poor there will be then, But all be ladies and gentlemen, And be so jolly happy, When they get Johnny’s Reform. Now if the Bill should pass, This Reform, Reform; Now little Johnny he will laugh At Reform, Reform; His little body he will strut, sir, Like a crow along the gutter, And be so jolly happy When we get the new Reform. Then let us hope that we may see This Reform, Reform, Do some good for you and me, Reform, Reform; But liberty give to your thought, If it don’t do good, why then it ought, And make us jolly happy, When we get Johnny’s Reform. H. Disley, Printer, 57, High Street, St. Giles. FREEDOM & REFORM. [Illustration] Unto these lines I’ve penned, Listen, England’s working men, Be united, we shall weather thro’ the storm, Gladstone, Beales, & Bright, God save, And your banners proudly wave, Shout Old England for ever and Reform. Hark to those drums so loudly beating, See those glorious banners proudly wave, Come men, and shout with me, Old England’s liberty, And Reform! for Britons won’t be slaves. Let’s be firm my boys, I say, While the sun shines make your hay, They’ve promis’d it long enough I vow. At length the die is cast, And the Lion’s woke at last, No longer will he wait, he’ll have it now. Fellow workmen, let them know, We won’t have such men as Lowe, Who treat the working classes all with scorn Let them try with all their might, For the working men are right, And they’ll gain what they’re working for,--Reform. What stagnation through the land, For all trade is at a stand, While the Tory government holds the sway. Let us join then heart and hand, And boldly make a stand, If we’ve only got the will we’ll find the way. Then banish care and pain, Never mind Old Dicky Mayne, He says this time he’ll not interfere; He remembers it quite well, How the Hyde Park railings fell We his noble staff of Poleaxes don’t fear. Then shout with all your might, God save Gladstone, Beales, and Bright, Wave your banners, let your ranks closer form, And let your watchword be:-- “Old England! Liberty! Manhood Suffrage! Vote by Ballot! and Reform!” H. Disley, Printer, 57, High Street, St. Giles. THE GREAT LIBERAL MAJORITY OF 110. The Tories they are Froze out, and got no Work to do.