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Awake arise the hour is come	A
For rows and revolutions	B
There's no receipt like pike and drum	A
For crazy constitutions	B
Close close the shop Break break the loom	C
Desert your hearths and furrows	B
And throng in arms to seal the doom	C
Of England's rotten boroughs	B
	-
We'll stretch that tort'ring Castlereagh	D
On his own Dublin rack sir	E
We'll drown the King in Eau de vie	D
The Laureate in his sack sir	E
Old Eldon and his sordid hag	F
In molten gold we'll smother	E
And stifle in his own green bag	F
The Doctor and his brother	E
	-
In chains we'll hang in fair Guildhall	G
The City's famed recorder	E
And next on proud St Stephen's fall	G
Though Wynne should squeak to order	E
In vain our tyrants then shall try	D
To 'scape our martial law sir	E
In vain the trembling Speaker cry	D
That Strangers must withdraw sir	E
	-
Copley to hang offends no text	H
A rat is not a man sir	E
With schedules and with tax bills next	H
We'll bury pious Van sir	E
The slaves who loved the income Tax	B
We'll crush by scores like mites sir	E
And him the wretch who freed the blacks	B
And more enslaved the whites sir	E
	-
The peer shall dangle from his gate	I
The bishop from his steeple	J
Till all recanting own the State	I
Means nothing but the People	J
We'll fix the church's revenues	B
On Apostolic basis	B
One coat one scrip one pair of shoes	B
Shall pay their strange grimaces	B
	-
We'll strap the bar's deluding train	K
In their own darling halter	E
And with his big church bible brain	K
The parson at the altar	E
Hail glorious hour when fair Reform	L
Shall bless our longing nation	M
And Hunt receive commands to form	L
A new administration	M
	-
Carlisle shall sit enthroned where sat	N
Our Cranmer and our Secker	E
And Watson show his snow white hat	N
In England's rich Exchequer	E
The breast of Thistlewood shall wear	E
Our Wellesley's star and sash man	O
And many a mausoleum fair	E
Shall rise to honest Cashman	M
	-
Then then beneath the nine tailed cat	N
Shall they who used it writhe sir	E
And curates lean and rectors fat	N
Shall dig the ground they tithe sir	E
Down with your Bayleys and your Bests	B
Your Giffords and your Gurneys	B
We'll clear the island of the pests	B
Which mortals name attorneys	B
	-
Down with your sheriffs and your mayors	B
Your registrars and proctors	B
We'll live without the lawyer's cares	B
And die without the doctor's	B
No discontented fair shall pout	P
To see her spouse so stupid	Q
We'll tread the torch of Hymen out	P
And live content with Cupid	R
	-
Then when the high born and the great	I
Are humbled to our level	J
On all the wealth of Church and State	I
Like aldermen we'll revel	J
We'll live when hushed the battle's din	S
In smoking and in cards sir	E
In drinking unexcised gin	S
And wooing fair Poissardes sir	E

Thomas Babbington Macaulay

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