_Air_--"_Oh! Susannah, don't you cry for me._"
You've come down here from Rochdale, our Member for to be,
'Tis hard that we should stand the shot, and you get off scot free;
No doubt you are a mighty man, with potent powers of speech,
But still we didn't ask you here to bleed us like a leech.
Oh! John Bright, wont you find some tin,
We fear 'twill be expensive work for us to get you in.
Your name is printed in large type, while ours are printed small,
The printers and the bill stickers are paid to daub the wall;
And 'tis a shame, and does somewhat of shabbiness betray,
That you should have the dance, John Bright, and we the piper pay.
Oh! John Bright, &c.
The honour's great to us, John Bright, to serve so great a man;
We cringe, and worship your great name as humbly as we can--
But let us not in vain, great man, your ample pocket sue,
For we all think it very hard, John Bright, to pay for you.
Oh! John Bright, &c.
We puff you off as liberal, and hope you may be so,
And by some deeds, as well as words, that you are liberal shew;
And let it not be said you wouldn't find a five-pound note
To pay for cabs and cars to take the people up to vote.
Oh! John Bright, &c.
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