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He vowed that he Sir Francis Head
The use of laws would teach.
He said he had a plan which should
The country’s temper try,
And then he moved him that the House
Would stop the year’s supply.
A mighty struggle then arose,
Of who’d be first to vote;
For they their lessons well had read
And knew them all by rote.
Now up the Speaker of the House
With hasty step arose,
A letter from a friend below
He on the table throws.
The letter, read, was found to be
With treason full well pack’d;
It begg’d that rebels from below
Might by that House be back’d.
To print it, it was found too late—
Alas! they were not able,
For, dire mischance, some wicked wight
Had stole it from the table.
Sir Francis took them at their word—
He was as quick as they—
And with a speech that made them wince
He sent them all away.
Addresses now from far and near
To him came pouring in,
That he would give the people chance
Of choosing better men.
And now each Briton’s bosom beat chance
Right joyous at the thought,
That they at length had gained the
Which they so long had sought.
Our tried and trusty Governor,
Of rebel well aware,
Defied their malice, and them told
“To come on if they dare.”
Now all around our happy land
Was heard a joyous shout—
Of forty-seven, rebels all,
Full thirty were left out.
Ex-Speaker Bidwell in the dumps
Vow’d politics he’d quit;
For well he know in that there House He never more could sit.
Mackenzie also lost his place,
“And whete and phlower” too, Mud Turtle and his hopeful gang Were left their deeds to rue.
And Loyalty triumphant was
In almost every place,
Its bitter foes were left at home
To batten on disgrace.
Of Doctor Duncombe must I tell,
Who off to England hies,
And thought a wondrous job to work
By pawning off his lies.
How, decked with jewels of all kinds,
He looked so mighty gay,
And how his name he quickly changed
When he got well away.
And how he met with Jocky R.,
And Josey Hume, also,
And what a jolly set they were
When planning what to do.
And soon they summ’d up all our wants
The “tottle” for to find;
Said Josey, “Soon a storm I’ll raise,”
Said Duncombe, “That is kind.
“And—for I know you never stick
At trick’ry or at lie;
I think we might make out a case
Twix’t Roebuck, you and I.”
But when they’d said their utmost say,
And vented all their spleen,
The truth it shortly came to light,
Such things had never been.
And then Sir Francis high was praised
And just applauses met,
And by his King he straightway was
Created Baronet.
Not so Lord Gosford, who, intent
His nat’ral bent to show,
The titled minion had become
Of Speaker Papineau.
In him rebellion evermore
Was sure to find a friend;
His only study seemed to be
His utmost help to lend.
It happen’d that the rebel gang
Some resolutions passed,
To which they swore that they would stick
Unto the very last.
And Melbourne then, to ease their fears,
Three knowing G’s (geese) did send, To see if they could calm the French And make their murmurs end.
They quickly came, Lord Gosford chief,
A pretty set were they,
And Jean Baptiste, he swore outright
He not a sou would pay.
Lord Johnny Russell then got wrath,
And spoke as lion bold,
That he the money soon should get
As in the time of old.
The Frenchmen at St. Charles then
Did loud assert their right;
But soon they found ’twas easier far
To make a speech than fight.
For quick the Loyalists around
Their much loved flag did rally,
The battle-shout was heard throughout
The broad St. Lawrence valley.
Corunna’s chieftain, he was there,
With gallant Wetherall,
And many loyal men, prepared
To conquer or to fall.
How British bayonets did their Work
Let razed St. Charles tell;
St. Eustache, also, where in scores
The dastard rebels fell.
Of gallant Markham would I sing,
And others if I could;
Of Weir, who most inhumanly
Was murdered in cold blood.
But soon the traitors were compelled
With grief to bite the dust;
They crouched beneath the British flag,
As every traitor must.
But where were they, the gallant chiefs, Who led the people on? In vain you searched, for they away To Yankee-land had gone.
Among the rebels there were found
Some dozen M.P.P.’s;
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