THE ELECTION DAY.

Ye Freemen all, with heart and voice Your banners wide display— Bring Hodgson forth, your man of choice, Upon th' Election-day. Then fill your glasses, drink your fill, Drink deeply while you may— With right good-will, we'll drink and swill Upon th' Election-day. But politics are not the stuff That we care much about— Nor care, so we get drink enough, Who's in, or who is out. Then fill your glasses, drink your fill— Fill and drink away, And ev'ry one enjoy the fun Upon th' Election-day. Brave Vulcan is our leader bold, The pride of all good fellows— He swears the iron shall ne'er grow cold, While he can blow the bellows. Then fill your glasses, what's the toast, To drive dull care away?— 'May ev'ry man be at his post Upon th' Election-day.' The landlord next appears in view, Our second in command, Encouraging the jovial crew To drink while they can stand. Then charge your glasses, noble souls, The toast without delay— 'May thirsty souls have flowing bowls Upon th' Election-day.' Then Hodgson's name aloud proclaim Victoriously that day; While he, in honour of his fame, Will all expences pay. Then fill your glasses, what's the toast? Fill and drink away— 'May ev'ry man drink all he can Upon th' Election-day.'