Part 38 (1/2)
Next sagely argue o'er your wine, This crew, debas'd beyond compare, In fact and reason are true swine, Unlike Corinthian Pillars fair.”[22]
_Pigstye Court, Sandhill, 12th July, 1821._
Footnote 22: The Rich were called the ”Corinthian Pillars of Society”
by the pensioner Burke; while he termed the Industrious Cla.s.ses the ”Swinish Mult.i.tude.”
THE GOLDEN HORNS;
_Or, The General Invitation_.
Come, neighbours, to Robson's let's all hie away, To see the Ox crown'd with ribbons so gay: His horns are well gilded, his head bright does s.h.i.+ne, We'll soon get a slice and a horn full of wine.
Some come from afar, as did wise men of old, To see our King's head branch'd out thus with gold.
Success, then, to horns, when they're gilded so clever; May the ... wear horns, and wear them for ever.
In praise then of horns let all Newcastle sing; For he who scorns horns despises his ...
Let them boast of their garters, and boast of their stars, But horns are far better than honours or scars.
Never blush for your horns, then, though low be your station, Since horns are the pride of the _Chief_ of our nation.
Let them make Lords and Dukes, crown an _a.s.s_, if they will, The order of Horns let it be my theme still.
LOYAL FESTIVITIES;
_Or, Novel Scenes at Newcastle_.
A POPULAR SONG IN THE NEW FARCE OF THE CORONATION,
As it was performed at Newcastle upon Tyne, on Thursday, July 19th, 1821.
Sung by the ”Swinish Mult.i.tude,” in full Chorus.
The Castle guns were fir'd, and loud The bells rang in the morning, To wake the ”Swinish Mult.i.tude,”
And give the public warning: That, ”as in duty bound,” the Mayor, And loyal Corporation, Would celebrate, in civic state, The day of Coronation!
With matchless liberality, The sums of money voted, That loyalty might be thereby Among the herd promoted: A feast would loyalize the brutes, Upon this great occasion, And make them sing, G.o.d save the King!
At George's Coronation.
Three royal fountains running beer, And one to dribble wine, O, Would make them flock from far and near, To grunt like loyal swine, O.
Two bullocks roasted whole, 'twas thought, Would be a grand donation, To toss among the ”rabble rout,”
At George's Coronation!
'Twas done--the bullocks roasted were, The fountains set a flowing; While Butchers round, upon the ground, Huge lumps of beef were throwing: The loyal Swineherds looking on, In anxious expectation, To see each beast enjoy the feast At George's Coronation!
But what was their surprize to find The swinish herd refuse it; How strange! their tastes were so refin'd, No hog of sense would use it!
Our Gentry now, the loyal few, Beheld, with consternation, The scanty stock of loyalty At George's Coronation!
They saw, with grief, the roasted beef By saucy swine neglected!