came shaking hands wi' wabster-loons,
and kissing barefit carlins.
bustion thro' our bhs rode,
whistling his r pack abroad
of mad unmuzzled lions;
as queensberry blue and buff unfurl'd,
aerha' and hopetoun hurled
to every whig defiance.
but cautious queensberry left the war,
th' unmanner'd dust might soil his star,
besides, he hated bleeding:
but left behind him heroes bright,
heroes in caesarean fight,
or ciian pleading.
o for a throat like huge mons-meg,
to muster o'er each ardent whig
beh drumnrig�
Election Ballad(4/11)