O. Is O Connell to them told the Law, And is still bideing time for old Erin Gobraugh. P. Stands for Peel who is acting upright, And between you and me he has got a long sight. Q. Is the question of Coersion they say, So their stuck in the trap bob cut away. R. Is Lord Russell whoes making all haste, To run down to Windsor to fill Boby’s place. To ride in Peel’s saddle he’l find it a job, For he shakes on his legs like a staggering bob. S. is Lord Stanley, who shaking with fear, For his tenants payed him their rent with a bullet this year. And swore if they catch him he’ll never elope, Till they well oil his body with flails of good oak. T. Is the teasel that comb them all down, U. is for uxbridge who wonders have done. V. Stands for Villiers whom the farmers detest, For to Slaughter the corn law he did do his best; For free trade he struggled by day and by night, He is next in command to cobden and bright. W. Stands for wakley a docter so bold, Who swore on the corn bill an Inquest he’d hold; When the Jury he charged he let them all see, A verdict was returned for the corn to be free. X. Is a letter which puts me in mind Of a ship load of land lords that sail’d against wind; Now over the ocean they must all away To spend their last days in botane bay. Y. Stands for york the archbishop so big, Who loves for to dine on a little tithe pig: Free trade on last Sunday (_did_) so him perplex, That he sang rule britania and thought it the text. Z. Is for Zetland an old English pere, Who swore he (_’d_) have bread and potaties so dear. The corn bill is past the landlords are very bad, They must be muzeled in the dog day for fear they might go mad. [Illustration] _A NEW SONG ON THE CORN BILL._ HURRAH, my boys, a bumper fill, And drink success, with heart and will, To those that pass’d the Corn Bill, Long may they be victorious. Cheap food from every foreign shore, In shiploads will sail in galore, The landlords now are wounded sore; They’ll have to sell both sow and boar, To keep their great big paunches up They’ll scarcely have a bite or sup; Too long, my boys, they’ve sucked the honey cup, But soon they’ll lose the swarm. Hurrah, etc. The landlords cry, Oh, Bobby P----l, You have a heart as hard as any steel, Sure, for the landlords you should feel, And not be so hard hearted. Oh dear, oh dear, the landlords cry, The time is fast approaching nigh, When neither barley, oats, nor rye, The merchants will not from us buy, For they can get both flour and grain From France, America and Spain, Enough to rack us on the brain, And set John Bull distracted. Hurrah, etc.