Then, Ma'am, for company!--there ne'er has been a rush in town Half so great as there will be to this Whig thing: Mrs. Brougham and Mrs. Wilde, the Doctor, Mrs. Lushington, Mrs. Ellis, Mrs. Baring, Lord and Lady King; The Duke of Gloucester, Mr. Forster, little Colonel Higgins, Ma'am, Mrs. Barber Beaumont, Mrs. Byng, and Mrs. Figgins, Ma'am; Lady Morgan, Lady Stanhope, old Sir Robert Baker, Ma'am, And Mrs. Smith, and Mrs. Frith, and Lord and Lady Dacre, Ma'am. Come, ladies, come, 'tis now the time for capering, Freedom's flag, at Willis's, is just unfurl'd. Then for amusement, so charmingly diversified; Poets, painters, patriots, peers, will all be there, Wilson's wise letter, by Tommy Campbell versified, Cammy Hob will give us to an old Greek air; Lord Nugent, in silk pantaloons, will dance a grand bolero, And little Moore, to patriot words, will sing us Lil'bulero, And Doctor Hume, his spirits raised by half a pint of Farintosh, Will stump a Highland _pas de deux_ with Gerald's Jemmy Macintosh. Come, ladies, come, 'tis now the time for capering, Freedom's flag, at Willis's, is just unfurl'd. The supper will be Pic-nic--I'm sure I scarce can pen it, Ma'am, But calf's-head soup I know is sent by Doctor Hume; Syllabubs and trifles from Mr. Henry Bennet, Ma'am; And lamb in various shapes and ways by Mr. Brougham. The Maberlys' send mushrooms and saddles two of mutton, Ma'am; A cod's head and shoulders Sefton volunteers to put on, Ma'am; Chicken-pies from Taylor come, and lobsters from Sir Ronald, Ma'am, And gooseberry fool in Scottish pints from Mr. James Macdonald, Ma'am. Come, ladies, come, 'tis now the time for capering, Freedom's flag, at Willis's, is just unfurl'd. Silly Billy volunteer'd to get a royal stag shot, To treat the Whigs with venison, but it would not do; His Highness was unlucky--so he sent a goose from Bagshot, While little Rice has furnish'd us with Irish stew; Lord Nugent sends a round of beef with cucumber and mustard, Ma'am, And Lady Anne from Holkham sends us up a fine old bustard, Ma'am, Peter Moore finds pipes and punch, while Lambton makes the gravies, Ma'am, And many little nameless items come from Colonel Davies, Ma'am. Run, ladies, run, 'tis now the time for capering, Freedom's flag, at Willis's, is just unfurl'd.