THE NEW ORDER OF THINGS.

We’re sick of this distressing state Of order and repose; We have not had enough of late Of blunders or of blows; We can’t endure to pass our life In such a humdrum way; We want a little pleasant strife: The Whigs are in to-day! Our worthy fathers were content With all the world’s applause, They thought they had a Parliament, And liberty, and laws. It’s no such thing; we’ve wept and groaned Beneath a despot’s sway; We’ve all been whipped and starved and stoned: The Whigs are in to-day! We used to fancy Englishmen Had broken Europe’s chain, And won a battle now and then Against the French in Spain; Oh no! we never ruled the waves, Whatever people say; We’ve all been despicable slaves: The Whigs are in to-day! It’s time for us to see the things Which other folks have seen, It’s time we should cashier our kings, And build our guillotine; We’ll abrogate Police and Peers, And vote the Church away; We’ll hang the parish overseers: The Whigs are in to-day! We’ll put the landlords to the rout, We’ll burn the College Halls, We’ll turn St. James’s inside out And batter down St. Paul’s. We’ll hear no more of Bench or Bar; The troops shall have no pay; We’ll turn adrift our men-of-war; The Whigs are in to-day! We fear no bayonet or ball From those who fight for hire, For Baron Brougham has told them all On no account to fire; Lord Tenterden looks vastly black, But Baron Brougham, we pray, Will strip the ermine from his back: The Whigs are in to-day! Go pluck the jewels from the crown, The colours from the mast; And let the Three per Cents come down, We can but break at last; If Cobbett is the first of men, The second is Lord Grey; Oh, must we not be happy, when The Whigs are in to-day!