
“ In the city of Oxford I was born,1
                        
                        At the time the moon was filling her 
horn,2
                        
                        horn,2
Fake away.3
                        
                        Of offspring I had divers rum ones,4
                        
                        And you will find them all in the 
House of Commons,5
                        
                        House of Commons,5
Fake away.6
                        
                        I’ll tell you them all—there is Coch-
rane Baillie,7
                        
                        rane Baillie,7
And then we have Benjamin Disraeli,—8
                        
                        Fake, Young England, fake away.9
                        Bridport’s the seat that Baillie won,10
                        
                        From the veteran Purist Warburton ;11
                        
                        And Mitchell’s his colleague, with face 
so yellow,12
                        
                        so yellow,12
A Russia merchant what deals in 
tallow,—13
                        
                        tallow,—13
Fake, Young England, fake away.14
                        On Palmerston Baillie makes attacks,15
                        
                        But you must not think him a lad of 
wax ;16
                        
                        wax ;16
I’ll tell you awhile if you’ll hold your peace,17
                        
                        For he’s always a-flaring up about 
Greece,—18
                        
                        Greece,—18
Fake, Young England, fake away.19
                        With Roncesvalles upon his banners,20
                        
                        Comes prancing along my Lord John 
Manners ;21
                        
                        Manners ;21
He will play you a game of pitch and 
toss,22
                        
                        toss,22
From a Spanish bull-fight to Don 
Carlos,—23
                        
                        Carlos,—23
Fake, Young England, fake away.24
                        Next Peter Borthwick comes, and who 
knows,25
                        
                        knows,25
Queen Christina might take him in-
stead of Munoz.26
                        
                        
                        stead of Munoz.26
And Benjamin Dizzy, our Jew d’esprit,27
                        
                        Who writes his novels in volumes 
three,—28
                        
                        three,—28
Fake, Young England, fake away.29
                        We have Smythe, and Hope with his 
opera-hat ;30
                        
                        opera-hat ;30
But they cannot get Dicky Milnes, 
that’s flat—31
                        
                        that’s flat—31
He is not yet tinctured with Puseyite 
leavening,32
                        
                        leavening,32
But he may drop in in the  ‘ cool of 
the evening,’ 1—33
                        
                        the evening,’ 1—33
Fake, Young England, fake away.”34
                        
                        1 Mr Richard Milnes was known amongst his friends as “the cool of the evening.”