The most mournful part remains to be told, As the bodies to the dead-house were taken, At the workhouse gate two thousand young and old, The scene it was truly heart-breaking; One body was owned by an old gentleman, My son can’t be dead, he said, while crying, He left me but two hours, was strong and cheerful then, For a father so old it’s very trying. The doctors did their best in saving many lives, Of those that were in this sad disaster; Officials one and all, Mr Douglas and his wife, Long life to that kind workhouse master. A poor faithful dog saw his master disappear, And never left the park since that evening, No food will he take, by the water stays near, For it’s master the poor dog is grieving. H. Disley, Printer, 57, High Street, St. Giles. FOREIGNERS IN ENGLAND. What wonders we do daily see, Enough to fill our hearts with glee, Britannia now will merry be, With the foreigners in England; John Bull does foreigners adore, Here’s the Viceroy from Egypt’s shore, Here’s the Turkish Sultan blythe and gay, And the Belgium Volunteers huzza! The bells shall merrily ring, huzza, Britannia sing and the band shall play, Old Jacky Bull will the piper pay, For the foreigners in England. They are come to see the grand review, And England’s Roberts’, dress’d in blue, Hokey pokey parleyvous, All the foreigners in England. You pretty English maids, heigho, If you don’t mind you’ll have to go To the Sultan’s grand Seraglio, And bid adieu to England. Yes, and all old women, so you must mind, Under the age of seventy-nine, Will be taken away in the morning soon, In a wooden cane bottom air balloon, You must marry the Turk and danger drive, Till to Constantinople you do arrive, For the Turks have eleven hundred wives, And he’ll take you all from England. Now the other day, you know its true, There was a terrible great to do, About the grand Hyde Park review, And the foreigners in England. The reason they stopped, the papers said, Poor Maximilian had lost his head, And he could not come with the jovial crew To have a look at the grand review. But Britons you must understand, There’ll be a grand review by sea and land, No power in Europe beat it can, With the foreigners in England. They’re going to dine with a great Lord Mayor And they’ll sit in a new mahogany chair, Such lots of dainties are prepared, For the foreigners in England. They’ll have sausages seasoned high Soused mackerel and rabbit pie, Rashers of bacon nicely done, Lobster sauce and donkey’s tongue, Lots of crabs and pickled sprats, Cabbage and onions covered in fat, Skillygolee and paddywhack, For the foreigners in England.