I’ll sing you a fine new song, that was penned by a Christian hand, Of a fine new Jewish Baron with a foreign name so grand, Whose money heaped around him was as plentiful as sand, So he said, “By the beard of my forefathers, for the City I will stand, Like a fine rich Jewish nobleman, One of a wealthy kind.” The Common-hall was crowded then with all the Christian’s foes, And the Lord Mayor came forward there the Baron to propose, Loud shouted many a Hebrew voice; and many a Hebrew nose It’s hook up-raised and Rothschild praised, the man the Hebrews chose. He was such a fine Jewish autocrat, One of a wealthy kind! When Manners came (a man whose name we all have heard before) And raised his voice, the Hebrew choice to negative once more, The Baron showed a wondrous zeal to help the voters poor, None seeking his Committee-room unpitied left the door, Of this fine rich Jewish millionaire, One of a wealthy kind. But gold, tho’ _much_, can’t _all_ things do, and money’s power will fly―― An English House of Lords again the Baron’s seat deny! He won’t resign quite tranquilly, and still again will try, But tho’ his City friends may howl, they know it’s “all my eye,” About this fine rich Jewish nobleman, One of a wealthy kind. But tho’ Free-trade our land may crush (to Cotton Lords the prey), Still Christian is the Commons House that doth old England sway; Tho’ Rome may thrive, and rank Dissent our Church assail to-day, Our Christian test no Jewish gold shall ever thrust away.[14] Not for this fine rich Jewish nobleman, One of a wealthy kind. From _Protectionist Parodies_, by a Tory. Oxford: J. Vincent. 1850. ―――― THE FINE OLD ENGLISH INNKEEPER. I’ll sing you a new song on a theme much stirred of late, Of a fine old English Innkeeper, grown rather out of date, Who keeps up his establishment in almost princely state, And don’t forget to charge you there at quite a princely rate, Like a fine old English Innkeeper, one of the olden time. His house, you’re told, is fitted up “regardless of expense,” Although one half is obsolete, and t’other make pretence; Exploded old four-posters, built in George the Second’s reign, Mock plate to serve mock-turtle in, sham ice-pails for champagne; At this fine old English Innkeeper’s, one of the olden time.