Lay the proud usurper low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow! Forward let us do or die! Curiously enough one of the earliest Parodies of this Poem is a satirical effusion directed against a victim of foul wrong and oppression, Caroline of Brunswick, wife of George IV., and her sympathisers, Sir John Cam Hobhouse, Joseph Hume, Alderman Wood, and her advocate Henry Brougham (Broom), afterwards Lord Chancellor. Brandenburgh House, at Hammersmith, was the residence of Queen Caroline. GULLS, who've heard what HOBHOUSE said! Gulls whom JOSEPH HUME has led ! Who deem that Pater Moore has head For Plans of Liberty! Now's the day, and now's the hour, See the face of GIFFORD lour, Who'll believe Italian spies? Who for England's Queen so bright, To Brandenburgh with me! By our Wood that shields the Queen, Pure she'll prove as "unsunned snow," Let us on and see! Now's the day, and now's the hour, Who would be a traitor knave? Who would fill a coward's grave? Who so base as be a slave? Traitor, coward, turn and flee! Hark! your chief cries "on with me!" By oppression's woes and pains, FOLKS who've oft at Dolby's fed! Sojourn where you be. Now's the time and now's the hour, Though ragged, let's be free! We will walk the unlopp'd wood, So hail, glad Liberty! From The Fancy, a selection from the Poetical remains of the late Peter Corcoran, 1820. The same volume also contains a poem entitled The Fields of Tothill: A Fragment. This is written in imitation of Lord Byron's Don Juan. In 1823 the John Bull newspaper contained a parody of "Scots wha hae," entitled "Wilson's Subscription," but the subject is obsolete, and the parody inferior. It commenced : WHIGS! who have with Michael dined, For a Knight's dismissed. In the same year another skit at the Whig party appeared. The allusions it contains are to Lord Grey, who eventually passed the Reform Bill, Joseph Hume, the political economist and exposer of Parliamentary corruption; R. Carlile, the publisher of Tom Paine's, and other advanced Radical works; Leigh Hunt, part proprietor of the Examiner, who had been imprisoned for calling the Prince Regent a "Fat Adonis of Fifty"; Henry Hunt, who had suffered a long imprisonment for attending a meeting at Manchester to agitate for the Reform of the House of Commons, in 1819; and Henry Brougham, afterwards Lord Chancellor, who was instrumental in eventually passing that measure. WHIGS whom Fox and Petty led, Now's the day, and now's the hour- Starve the Tories out of power- Who would be a grumbling knave, Without pay or fee? Who in spite of King and Laws, Calls Hume's and Bennet's-Freedom's cause, Let him follow me! Let Bennet boast his purity In politics and pedigree, By long service won. Let Hume dissect each place and fee, Whigs, with Carlile who condole, Hume vows he has made a breach, Let Wilson rear his fallen crest, So-let us in and dine! By our long and hopeless pains, Lay Lord Londonderry low, SCOTS wha hae the duties paid; Scots wham whiskies aft made glad : Welcome, for the duty's fled, And it shall be free! Now's the time and now's the hour; Wha wad be a brandy slave? When the whisky's free? Wha for Scotia's ancient drink, Will fill a bicker to the brink! Scotsmen wake or Scotsmen wink, Aquavitæ aye for me! By taxation's woes and pains! Lay the big gin bottle low! ROBERT GILFILLAN. ROASTED SUCKING PIG. Cooks who'd roast a sucking-pig, See that he is scalded well Sage and bread, mix just enough, With the whole combined. Cloth, with butter lined. 'Tis for serving fit- Then take out and mix the brains Chop the sage, and chop the bread O'er it melted butter spread- When it in the dish appears, Ready let it be. Who can offer such a dish "BUNN! WHA HAE," BUNN! wha hae wi' Wallace sped, Bunn for whom Bruce oft has led, Bunn whom Jenny Lind doth dread, Strike for victory! Now's the day and now's the hour, Don't to Lumley's programme cower; See proud Beale approach in power, Back'd by Royalty. JEWS-as every one has read- Inglis, Cant, and Mummerie ! Wha would be a Jew-boy, Jew? Son of Judah, on wi' me! By auld London's streets and lanes, The Puppet-Show, April 15, 1848. See the mob, to madness riled Shoot the men! there's scarcely one Stop them, if they try to run, Shoot the boys! each one may grow Into-of the state-a foe (Meaning by the state, you know, Shoot the girls and women old! Sweep the streets of all who may Satisfactory. Then, when still'd is ev'ry voice, Tell them, FRANCE IS FREE. WILLIAM E. AYTOUN. A BRITON'S ADDRESS TO HIS BROTHER COUNTRYMEN. BRITONS! at your country's call, Freely live, or bravely fall; Death, or glorious victory. Now's the day, and now's the hour! See approach proud Gallia's power- Who will be a traitor knave? Traitor! coward! turn and flee. THAT THIS ISLAND SHALL BE FREE. Lay the base Invaders low, Oh! to conquer or to die! Printed for J. HATCHARD, 190, Piccadilly, Price Threepence per dozen. J. Hales, Old Boswell Court. No date. WING-KEE-FUM'S Address to the Patriot's Army. A Parody, with the above title, was published in Diogenes (a London comic journal), in September, 1853. It was in reference to the Revolution in China against the Tartar dynasty, when the rebels made it incumbent upon their adherents to shave off their pigtails, hitherto the badge of the conquered race. As the parody has little merit or historical interest, the following extracts will suffice: CUT away! No coward fears Shall restrain our warlike shears; Victory! our country's free! Trampled on-kept down. The day's our own-we'll wear our hair Just as we please; and boldly swear The Mantchoo's pigtail now shall ne'er Aspire to China's crown. Who'd be goose enough to shave Lest folks call him, Guy? By the cuts upon my chin, By the rage it puts me in, No more shave for me! Diogenes, February, 1854. TRAVELLERS, WHO'VE SO OFT BEEN BLED. TRAVELLERS, who've so oft been bled, Ye who've paid a crown, or so, Such cool knavery! Down with every monstrous tax, Shillings two or three? With each breast the feeling chimes, Biffin, write with me! By the dinners, dear and bad, Charged and paid for, yet too glad To escape so free, Deal mine host a deadly blow: Forward--what a spree! Diogenes, October 15, 1853. THE CZAR'S ADDRESS TO HIS ARMY. SERFS, wha hae wi' Kut'soff bled! Come to glorious victory! Down with Right and Liberty! Valiant Finsmen, on wi' me! By our nobles' crafty gains, But we won't, we won't be free! Diogenes, 1854. Forward, or you'll all be d—! There,-I call the whole thing low : Punch, 1882. When the elephant Jumbo was sent from the Zoological Gardens, London, to the United States he was accompanied by his keeper, Scott, who was with him when he was killed by a locomotive engine. "SCOTS WHA' ARE." SCOTS! wha are on oatmeal fed, For a mere baubee, Wha can be a traitor knave? Wha's for Disestablishment? Wha can't tell whatever's meant By "Home Rule" and "Don't pay rent," Let him follow me. By the law of hypothec, Hung like chains around your neck, The Tory Ministry. England to the wall may go, Russia jubilant may crow March, 1880. I avenged shall be. From "They are Five," by W. E.G. (A small collection of Conservative parodies published by David Bogue, London, 1880). "SCOTT WHA HA';" Or Jumbo's Address to his Keeper. Of your shabby victory! They'd all had to turn and flee! Their sole game is "On wi' me!" SALISBURY TO THE CONSERVATIVES. FRIENDS, by Whig retrenchment bled, Friends, whom Beaconsfield has led, Rally round your Tory head, On to victory come! Now's the day and now's the hour, Who would come at Bradlaugh's call, Let him turn and flee! Who "For God and Queen" will cry Let him follow me! By the woes seditions bring, Lay the platform-spouters low! Change may tyrants bring and woe! Change we not and-live! From A Pen'orth o' Poetry for the Poor. London, 1884. A CALL TO ARMS. MEN by wise example led, From England's greatest statesmen dead; Men whose fathers fought and bled For England's liberty; Now's the day and now's the hour, Scatter wide the Tory power, And let us still be free! Who would be a Jingo knave? To Tory tyranny. Ere oppression's woes and pains To keep the people free ; |