This is a
truly Christian principle of government, for while the people _fast_, the
ministers will not fail to _prey_.
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TORY BOONS.
_Air_.--"NORA CREINA"
The Whigs they promised every day
To cure the ills which did surround us;
It should have been, "no cure, no pay!"
For now we're worse than when they found us.
The Tory clique at length are in,
And vow that they will save the nation,
So kindly give us, to begin--
Exchequer bills and ventilation.
Oh! the artful Tories _dear_,
Oh! the _dear_, the artful Tories
They alone perceive, 'tis clear,
That taxes tend to England's glories.
The Whigs declared cheap bread was good;
To satisfy the people's cravings
They tried to take the tax off wood--
Lord knows what might be done with shavings!
The Tories vow these schemes were wrong,
And adverse to good legislation;
Therefore, propose (so runs our song)--
Exchequer bills and ventilation.
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