The good old times for cutting throats that cried out in their need, The good old times for hunting men who held their fathers' creed, The good old times when William Pitt, as all good men agreed, Came down direct from Paradise at more than railroad speed.... Oh the fine old English Tory times; When will they come again! In those rare days, the press was seldom known to snarl or bark, But sweetly sang of men in pow'r, like any tuneful lark; Grave judges, too, to all their evil deeds were in the dark; And not a man in twenty score knew how to make his mark. Oh the fine old English Tory times; Soon may they come again! Those were the days for taxes, and for war's infernal din; For scarcity of bread, that fine old dowagers might win; For shutting men of letters up, through iron bars to grin, Because they didn't think the Prince was altogether thin, In the fine old English Tory times; Soon may they come again! But Tolerance, though slow in flight, is strong-wing'd in the main; That night must come on these fine days, in course of time was plain; The pure old spirit struggled, but its struggles were in vain; A nation's grip was on it, and it died in choking pain, With the fine old English Tory days, All of the olden time. The bright old day now dawns again; the cry runs through the land, In England there shall be dear bread--in Ireland, sword and brand; And poverty, and ignorance, shall swell the rich and grand, So, rally round the rulers with the gentle iron hand, Of the fine old English Tory days; Hail to the coming time! W. II.--THE QUACK DOCTOR'S PROCLAMATION THE QUACK DOCTOR'S PROCLAMATION TUNE--'A COBBLER THERE WAS' An astonishing doctor has just come to town, Who will do all the faculty perfectly brown: He knows all diseases, their causes, and ends; And he begs to appeal to his medical friends. Tol de rol: Diddle doll: Tol de rol, de dol, Diddle doll Tol de rol doll. He's a magnetic doctor, and knows how to keep The whole of a Government snoring asleep To popular clamours; till popular pins Are stuck in their midriffs--and then he begins Tol de rol. He's a _clairvoyant_ subject, and readily reads His countrymen's wishes, condition, and needs, With many more fine things I can't tell in rhyme, --And he keeps both his eyes shut the whole of the time. Tol de rol. You mustn't expect him to talk; but you'll take Most particular notice the doctor's awake, Though for aught from his words or his looks that you reap, he Might just as well be most confoundedly sleepy. Tol de rol.