There's many a low, low lot, they said, but none so low as we, So sunk in ignorance and vice, in want and penury; But none so stupid as poor Hodge in all the land, they said; But we're to be freemen made, brother, we're to be freemen made. * * * * * So we'll rise and poll us early, poll us early, brother Grimes, For to-morrow'll be the important day of all the glad new times; Of all the glad new times, brother, the day so long delayed, When we're to be freemen made, brother, we're to be freemen made. JAMES FRASER. TORY LORD TO DITTO DITTO ON THE EVE OF THE INTRODUCTION OF THE FRANCHISE BILL INTO THE UPPER HOUSE. If you're going, look in early, look in early, brother peer, To-morrow we'll have the merriest fling we've had for many a year; We've had for many a year, brother--Aha! hip, hip, hooray! For "the measure" comes up, they say, brother, "the measure" comes up, they say. The bishops will go with us, brother, and landlords fat and lean, And they'll vote ditto, brother--the weak-kneed Whigs, I mean; With quiddities and flow'ry quirks we'll whittle the bill away. We'll whittle the bill away, brother, we'll whittle the bill away. And all the law-lords, brother, will use their subtle skill By verbiage and amendment sly to mutilate the bill; Our lordly mashers, too, brother, will meet in grand array, For 'twill be as good as the play, brother, 'twill be as good as the play. We thought to kick it out, brother, but we've found it wouldn't pay; J. B. would never stand it, so we'll better tact display; And we'll hocuss him, you see brother, and mar its clauses dear: So, we'll be early, places taking, we'll be early, brother peer. GERMANICUS. ON THE EVE OF A DEBATE ON THE FRANCHISE BILL. You must wake up! there'll be such a hurly-burly, Staffy, dear; To-morrow'll be the merriest night the House has had this year; Of all the nights this year, Staffy, the night to be marked with chalk, For I'm to be Cock o' the Walk, Staffy, I'm to be Cock o' the Walk. There's many a clack-clack cry, they say, but none so shrill as mine; There's Peel and Gorst and Drummond, there's Balfour superfine; But none so rare as little Randy in all the House for talk, So I'm to be Cock o' the Walk, Staffy, I'm to be Cock o' the Walk. As I came through the lobby whom think ye should I see But Gladdy poring o'er the bill to set the yokels free. He caught my eye and shook, Staffy--I eyed him like a hawk! But I'm to be Cock o' the Walk, Staffy, I'm to be Cock o' the Walk. The hinds may reap and sow, Staffy, but ere that measure pass, The cows will get the franchise as they munch the meadow grass; There will not be a vote for Hodge, if only the bill we baulk, And I'm to be Cock o' the Walk, Staffy, I'm to be Cock o' the Walk.