BETA

In the city of Oxford I was born,1
At the time the moon was filling her
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
Fake away.6
I’ll tell you them all—there is Coch-
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
A Russia merchant what deals in
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
I’ll tell you awhile if you’ll hold your peace,17
For he’s always a-flaring up about
Greece,—
18
Fake, Young England, fake away.19
With Roncesvalles upon his banners,20
Comes prancing along my Lord John
Manners ;
21
He will play you a game of pitch and
toss,
22
From a Spanish bull-fight to Don
Carlos,—
23
Fake, Young England, fake away.24
Next Peter Borthwick comes, and who
knows,
25
Queen Christina might take him in-
stead of Munoz.
26
And Benjamin Dizzy, our Jew d’esprit,27
Who writes his novels in volumes
three,—
28
Fake, Young England, fake away.29
We have Smythe, and Hope with his
opera-hat ;
30
But they cannot get Dicky Milnes,
that’s flat
31
He is not yet tinctured with Puseyite
leavening,
32
But he may drop in in the ‘ cool of
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.”