Punch or The London charivari (4.1843)

THE QUEEN'S SPEECH,

AS IT IS TO BE SUNG BY THE LORD CHANCELLOR.

PEACE WITH CHINA.


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Our foes in Chi - na, Pott's drubb'd in all quar-ters, They'd ne'er so fine

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whacking from the Tartars; And, Sirs, they must (How proud I am to say it)

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Down with the dust, And tax our tea to pay it. Sing Pe - koe and Con - gou, Green

Hy-son and Gun-powder; x\nd let your cheer be, hear! hear! hear! Shout louder, boys, and louder.

GLORY IN INDIA.
Aia—" King Death."
We've gatker'd fresh wreaths of glory
On the ramparts of far Cabool;
And though every leaf he gory,
We'll rejoice in our own misrule.
Hurrah ! hurrah !

PEACE AND PLENTY I REVENUE AND SUPPLIES.

AiK—" Gud save the King!
HE who Elijah fed,

Air—" I've no money."
We've no money ! so, you see,

Still doth his bounty shed, Some must quickly furnish'd be,
Swelling our store. If you beg or borrow.
Heed not the selfish few, 'Tis in vain for you to say.
Who e'er one theme purs--^;, « People won't their taxes pay !'

Claiming what is your due !_
God, change the poor

What's the use of lawyers, pray I
So summons tlu'm to-morrow 2