1830.] 



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CHORUS. 



So here's long life to Downing-street, the Treasury, and Mint, O ! 

 And if you think the truth I blink why, call me Peel or Pinto !* 



My song's about a giant stout, with such a monstrous throat, Sirs, 

 He'll swallow statesmen by the score, the conscience and the coat, Sirs : 

 His back's so strong, he bears along two Houses on his head, Sirs ; 

 And twenty million pair of hands supply his daily bread, Sirs ! 

 Chorus. -So here's long life, &c. 



His pen's so large,' its least discharge can blind St. Stephen's sight, Sirs ; 

 And all men cry, " The time's gone by when black was known from 



white, Sirs:" 



His ink's so thick, they say Old Nick invented the japan, Sirs ; 

 But then 'tis odd how soon a clod, touched with it, struts a man, Sirs! 

 Chorus. So here's long life, &c. 



He had a love an Irish dove and to her wrote a line, Sirs ; 

 Some said 'twas false but that affair is neither your's nor mine, Sirs : 

 Some said his priest, to say the least, suggested the amour. Sirs ; 

 I say no more his pistol's-bore my silence shall secure, Sirs ! 

 Chorus. So here's long life, &c. 



The lady's scorn some years had torn the Giant's tender heart, Sirs ; 

 To gain the prize, his two huge eyes outwept a water-cart, Sirs : 

 He plucked the falchion from his side, and flung it on the floor, Sirs 

 There lay it like the mizen-mast of a royal seventy-four, Sirs ! 

 Chorus. So here's long life, &c. 



This lady gay was fresh as May, and merry as the spring, Sirs, 



And on her little finger wore a precious emerald ring, Sirs : 



'T would raise your smiles to talk of miles but, keeping within bound, 



Sirs, 



The poets sing this emerald ring was just a thousand round, Sirs ! 

 Chorus. So here's long life, &c. 



He told some lies., he breathed some sighs, he made a loving speech, Sirs, 

 Among her rogues, broadcloth and brogues he scattered on the beach, Sirs; 

 The lady feared his sword and beard, yet listened to his tongue, Sirs, 

 Although 'twas just six thousand years since people called her young, Sirs ! 

 Chorus. So here's long life, &c. 



Then all was gay, just half a day they quarrelled before night, Sirs; 

 The Giant swore his love was o'er, and might should do for right, Sirs: 

 They made their couch but I'll not vouch how many lay beside them ; 

 Ten thousand men were rumoured, when the sexton came to hide them. 

 Chorus. So here's long life, &c. 



But ever since, he's called a prince, and strides from- sea to sea, Sirs ; 

 Some say he'll dine on Germany, with China for his tea, Sirs : 

 One foot upon the Yankee's neck, and one upon the Turk's, Sirs 

 A dozen thrones, a hundred years, are cut out for his work, Sirs. 

 Chorus. So here's long life, &c. 



They say that as he's not quite tall enough to reach the moon, Sirs, 

 Ten million silk- weavers are hired to build him a balloon, Sirs 

 From which, before a week is o'er, he'll march upon the sun, Sirs : 

 So ends my song, which, though not long, I hope will have a run, Sirs !" 



CHORUS. 



So here's long life to Downing-street, the Treasury, and Mint,' O ! 

 And if you think the truth I blink why, call me Peel or Pinto ! 



* " Ferdinaml-Mendez-Pinto, thou liar of the first magnitude !" 



