The Tories and Radicals, strange though it be,
Have banded together for "Libertie,"
In the famous Borough of old Dudley;
Singing fiddle de diddle, diddle de dee,
Oh, for his Lordship's Nominee!
So away they go, with a hop and a jump!
Fish, flesh, and fowl, to find if they can,
An ornithorincus kind of a man!
Singing fiddle de diddle, diddle de bump,
Whig, Tory, and Radical all in a lump;
There's Badger, and Walker, and Cookee, and Stokes,
And the devil knows how many capital folks!
And they all are resolved, though they love bread and butter,
To tickle his Lordship's respectable crupper:
Singing, go it, ye Britons, three cheers for the three,
Lord Ward, Isaac Badger, and Sammy Cookee,
The Radical, Whig, and jolly Tory;
And good luck to the man who will purchase of me.--B.B.
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