What took you to Newgate keep, My boy Cammy? What took you to Newgate keep, My boy Cammy? I did once my goose-quill take, To shew a Whig a small mistake. Did you do't for freedom's sake? Freedom's my eye and Tammy! What then did you do it for, My boy Cammy? What then did you do it for, My boy Cammy? Because I thought if I were sent To jail, for libelling Parliament, I might chance to circumvent Next election, Lamby.[21] How would that throw out George Lamb, My boy Cammy? How would that throw out George Lamb, My boy Cammy? Because, with tag-rag and bobtail, Nothing does but going to jail; We have seldom found it fail; _Voyez vous, mon ami!_ How do you make _that_ out, My boy Cammy? How do you make _that_ out, My boy Cammy? See what all the rest have done-- Abbott, Burdett, Waddington, Blandford, Hunt, and Wat--son, And now, like them, here am I! Did the Speaker talk to you, My boy Cammy? Did the Speaker talk to you, My boy Cammy? No;--my visit to Papa Wreck'd my prospects of _éclat_; I was never at the bar, Where I thought they'd ha' me. Why, then, 'tis a stupid job, My boy Cammy? Why, then, 'tis a stupid job, My boy Cammy? No;--because when I come out They'll have a car, without a doubt, And, in triumph, all about, The biped beasts will draw me. You've mistaken quite your game, My boy Cammy; You've mistaken quite your game, My boy Cammy. Of fulsome stuff, like that, we're sick, Besides, we all see through the trick; Before we drag, we'll see you "kick" Before your prison, d--mme! ASS-ASS-INATION.[22] "Write me down an Ass."--SHAKSPEARE. The Earl of Grosvenor is an Ass- --erter of our freedom; And were he Canterbury's Grace, The Gospels in his Sovereign's face, He'd rather throw, than read 'em. My Lord of Grantham is an Ass- --ailer of Black Wooler. But, if this blustering York Hussar Were tried in any real war, 'Tis thought he might be cooler. Lord Enniskillen is an Ass- --enter to Lord Grantham; Bold, generous, noisy, swearing friends-- Till they have gain'd their private ends, And that their patrons want 'em.