88 . A POT OF PRESERVES FROM MOUNT PARNASSUS.

CHORUS.

Look alive!
Push and drive !
List to Freedom’s summons.
That’s your sort—
So you ought;
KEEP IT UP, MY RUM’UNS!

II.

That’s the ticket—strike a light!

Whoop! and clear the way, boys;
Put your shoulders to the wheel;

That’s the time of day, boys!
Drag from Wrong th’ Usurper’s crown ;
Do him, straight, exceeding brown,
Never mind the Despot’s frown,

Though he show some glum ’uns;
Hit him hard, and hold him down;

KEEP IT UP, MY RUM’UNS!

Look alive, &c.

Til.

See! the hated monster moves
From his den, to fly out.