Sam Rogers proposed, To my Lady half dosed, To indite a fine new compo- si - tion, In which he might greet Her Ladyship's feet With proof of his tuneful sub - mis-sion. Says Holland, "Sam, you've my per- mis - sion;" But my Lady has no dis-po - si - tion To have her name seen With the friends of the Queen, Or, in short, with the raff Opposition.] We don't mean to rob Poor Sam of his job, But we have a shrewdish suspicion, It will be fifteen years Before it appears, So painful is Sam's parturition; He's not like the Northern Magician, Who writes while he's shooting or fishing, So we'll borrow Sam's hint, And put into print An ode to the Whig Opposition. There's Tierney, the sly, With his grey sunken eye, Which rolls with a scowl of suspicion, He hates all the Broughams, And despises the Humes, And sits with a look of contrition. He pleads a sham indisposition, And shirks in the House his position; Nor can he be blamed For feeling ashamed To lead such a raff Opposition. There is he whom they call Squire Brougham of Brougham Hall, Who would pass for a man of condition; In blood, to be sure, He may match Peter Moore, But the Hall is a mere imposition; The fellow's a hack politician, A tailor in all but ambition, Who offer'd to bilk For a gown of black silk The Queen--and her whole Opposition. There's Wilson--poor Bob, Who headed a mob, And in consequence lost his commission, Considers it hard, That haranguing the Guard Should be voted an act of sedition; Besides, 'twas his greatest ambition To witness one real ignition; To shot and to danger His skin was a stranger, Till the day of the Park Opposition. There's Sefton, who drives His ladies by fives, In a gig of the latest edition; Which looks like a cart Of the Guards when they start With their wives on a Dutch expedition: He greases with anti-attrition-- Would his tongue had the same composition!-- For, whenever he speaks, It hitches and squeaks Like the drag of the Bath Opposition. There's little Spring Rice, Of Newport the Vice, Who was painted in last Exhibition, Was ready to swear That Limerick and Clare Were dying from pure inanition; But how did he mend their condition? Did he visit those scenes of perdition? No!--Erin was undone, While he talk'd in London, And smirk'd with the fat Opposition.