BETA

One Quarter More.

A New Song,

To be Sung with great applause at an approaching Cabinet Entertainment.

Air,— “ One Bottle More.”

1.

Assist me, ye lads, who our festival grace,1
To sing of the shifts that have kept us in place ;2
Where public delusion first open’d the door,3
And luck more than merit gives one quarter more.4
One quarter more, one quarter more,5
The devil’s own luck gives us one quarter more.6

2.

The Tories full often look knowing, and say,7
“ All’s up with them now ; they can’t live out the day.”8
But although not so firm on our pins as before,9
We always revive to have one quarter more.10
One quarter more, one quarter more,11
We always revive to have one quarter more.12

3.

When William dismiss’d us, in manner so gruff,13
I fairly confess things were gloomy enough ;14
But our Irish alliance laid Peel on the floor,15
And the whack from Shilelah brought six quarters more.16
Six quarters more, six quarters more,17
The whack from Shilelah brought six quarters more.18

4.

Again it was thought we must soon cut our stick,19
When our worthy old master just died in the nick.20
The gracious Victoria the sceptre then bore,21
And her name of itself was worth five quarters more.22
Five quarters more, five quarters more,23
The Queen’s name alone was worth five quarters more.24

5.

But finding the public disgust now complete,25
We wisely determined to sham a retreat ;26
We retired from the stage, but the Queen cried encore,27
And we could not resist her for one quarter more.28
One quarter more, one quarter more,29
We could not resist her for one quarter more.30

6.

Since then we’ve met danger in many a shape,31
But fortune still furnish’d some means of escape ;32
The Marriage came timely our hopes to restore,33
And the birth of a boy may give some quarters more.34
Some quarters more, some quarters more,35
The birth of a boy will give some quarters more.36

7.

Out of proper respect to so princely a youth,37
They can scarce turn us out till he cuts his first tooth ;38
We may even hold on till he’s breech’d about four—39
“ Which will give us,” quoth Baring, “ sixteen quarters more.”40
Sixteen quarters more, sixteen quarters more,41
Which will give us, quoth Baring, sixteen quarters more.42

8.

If a girl shall come first, they must still let us stay,43
Till a boy be produced on some more distant day :44
Let us hope there are plenty of princes in store,45
And that each royal infant gives one quarter more.46
One quarter more, one quarter more,47
That each royal infant gives one quarter more.48

9.

Thus deaths, births, and marriages help us along,49
Which brings me at last to the end of my song.50
May our Cabinet live till it reaches three-score,51
And its last dying accents be— “ one quarter more.”52
One quarter more, one quarter more,53
Its last dying words shall be “ One quarter more.”54