Note (return) — "NOW YOU'RE QUITE THE GENTLEMAN!"

Ye Gentlemen of England, Who follow SALIS-BU-RY, How little did you count upon Assistance from J.C.! Give ear unto his speeches old, And they will plainly show Once he'd scorn to be borne Where the Tory breezes blow, Where the Lilies and Primroses bloom, And the Tory zephyrs blow. If once he did oppose you, To-day he is at war With GLADSTONE and his Items. Faith, JOE has travelled far! The Primrose Dames shall teach him True patriot "form" to know. He is leal, and will kneel To the "Lilies" in fair row; To the pretty, winsome Primrose girls, Who buttonhole Brum JOE. Ye Gentlemen of England, Whom once he did deride, How safe ye are, and how serene, With JOSEPH on your side. He talks no more of "Ransom" ('Tis P-e-n-s-i-o-n rather now), Brum JOE will not go Where the Hawarden winds do blow; Where HARCOURT thunders loud and long, And Gladstonians blare and blow. The Orchid from his button JOE's willing to displace, To take the Primrose posy That's proffered by Her Grace. O gentle dame and dainty, What man could answer "No!" As you prest to his breast The most blessed flowers that blow, The blossoms loved by BEACONSFIELD The bravest blooms that blow? O (Brummagem) Tory Beauty, 'Tis yours to consecrate The holiest Alliance Our land hath seen of late. Shall he reject its symbol, Or answer "Not for JOE!"? Nay, sweet girl, such a churl Were no "Gentleman" you know; And JOE is "quite the Gentleman," Brum BRUMMEL in full blow! Then courage, all brave Unionists, And never be afraid Whilst Brummagem Republican Is witched by Primrose Maid. There is soft fascination In radiant rank, we know; And a posy, though primrosy, From soft hands makes soft hearts glow, Lilies—though they toil not nor spin Are beauteous—in full blow!