Then cheer up, my lads, ’tis to glory we steer, To add something new to this wonderful year, We’ll rout the old soldiers in spite of their skill, And send Brougham and Creevey to make known our will. Then firm, my hearts of oak, Your votes give like Freemen, To Liberty steady, With hearts always ready, To fight and to conquer, Again and again. From _An Impartial Collection of Addresses, Songs, Squibs, &c., published during the Liverpool Election_. October, 1812. (The candidates were the Right Hon. George Cannings Lt.-General Isaac Gascoyne, Henry Brougham, Thomas Creevey, and General B. Tarleton. George Canning and General Gascoyne, both Tories, were elected.) ―――― DOWN WITH THE LORDS. Unfurl the old flag once again to the fore, While firmly we march as our fathers of yore; Our war-cry is “Freedom,” our cause is our right, Our well-trusted leaders are Gladstone and Bright. _Chorus._ Then down with the Lords! our duty is plain; For the fray we are ready; Steady, men, steady; We have conquered before, and we’ll conquer again. The flouts and the sneers of these senators born, And their impotent threats we can laugh them to scorn, Arise, and like phantoms they’ll fade from our view, For we are the million, and they are the few. What think they, these Peers, in their arrogant pride? Are we slaves that their hauteur can put us aside? Do they think that their cunning we cannot requite, When they’d filch with their left what they’d give with their right? Rouse, brothers, rouse! ’tis our own that we claim, And the power that they wield, why, it is but a name; Then let them beware in their tinselled array, Ere a blast of our anger shall sweep them away! JAMES TILSON WRIGHT. _The Weekly Dispatch._ August 24, 1884. ―――― TRUTH AND RIGHT. The day dawns upon us, the fight is at hand, When the voice of the people shall ring through the land; Peace, Progress, Reform and Retrenchment――our guide―― Shall be the man’s watchword in whom we confide. _Chorus._ Truth and Right are our weapons, untarnished with stain; Our forces are ready, trusty and steady―― We’ll vote for the men who can lead the campaign. Deserted, forgotten, our rights, long ignored, Have been tossed to the winds for coercion and sword―― The yoke of taxation has burdened our isle. Our trades and our industries ne’er seem to smile.