114 Mother Shipton' s Prophecies. [FEB. 



In the year that's now beginning 



Shall St. Stephen's seats be crammed ; 

 Peel shall go on statute-spinning 



Pleasure worthy of the d mn d ! 

 Full committees of both Houses 



Shall be bothered by Joe Hume ; 

 Every cause that he espouses 



Shall be bothered by Hal Brougham. 

 Long haranguings, 

 Worthy hangings, 



Shall delight my Lords and Commons ; 

 Ayes and Noes 

 Shall curse the prose 

 Of Grey, the " last of all the Romans ;" 

 Whiggism's bitter cup be sipt on. 

 Hark ! the rhymes of Mother Shipton I 



In the year that's now beginning, 



Blunder shall be heaped on blunder ; 

 John Bull's belly shall be thinning 

 John Bull's ribs be shook asunder ; 

 Rascals Russian, French, and Danish, 



Yankee, Caffre, Portuguese, 

 Polish, Esquimaux, and Spanish 

 All shall rob us as they please : 

 All be robbery, 

 All be jobbery, 



Till John Bull will bear no more ; 

 Till his horn 

 Is tost in scorn, 

 And the brute begins to roar. 

 Who that horn shall then be tipt on ? 

 Hark ! the rhymes of Mother Shipton ! 



In the year that's now beginning, 



Fanny Kemble's length of purse 

 Shall some Lord's, in want of lining, 



Take, for better or for worse. 

 Still the girl shall go on crying, 



On the Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays 

 Living, by her skill in dying 



Three days, for her high and dry days. 

 Half the week, 

 Italian, Greek, 



Earning shillings on the boards ; 

 All the rest, 

 In the West, 



Smiling, shining at My Lord's. 

 Love and Paton so have skipt on. 

 Hark ! the rhymes of Mother Shipton ! 



