The Premier's Lament
TUNE. ' DON'T YOU CRY FOR ME.'
[NLS note: a graphic appears here � see image of page]
Rial & Co., Printers, Monmouth-court, 7 Dials.
OH dear ! oh dear ! I am so queer,
I think I'm nearly done,
Did you ever see such doings
as there's been through Little John.
I know so help my never,
Lord John Russell is too keen,
and his lordship is too clever too
For poor old Aberdeen.
Oh ! Lord Johnny you have licked me
nice and clean,
You've beat the House of Commons, &
you have frightened Aberdeen.
Jack Russell got a Yorkshire cove
To keep him up behind,
and then he said, I'll tell you what !
I am going to resign,
For I won't keep your company,
No, that I won't, no ! never,
and I tell you what, now all the lot
are a set of fools together.
Then a Sheffield Buck with lots of pluck
Began to talk so queer,
They said he was a roebuck,
and as sprightly as a deer ;
He told a dreadful story,
All about Britannia dear,
He talked of ame and glory,
and he cursed the Russian Bear.
Then off I went to Windsor,
and I told my grcious Queen,
How they had all been putting on
Her poor old Aberdeen ;
I told her they insulted me,
and in my ears did shout,
and Lord John Russell swore that he
Would surely turn me out.
I wish that I could keep my place,
to turn me out is cruel,
I love the loaves and fishes,
But I don't love water gruel ;
Forty years I was the faithful friend
Of Emperor Nick I vow,
and that's the very reason why
hey kick up such a row.
If with my friends I get the sack
Wherever shall I roam,
I must clap a bag upon my back,
and holloa out hearthstones ;
Friend Sidney is going to take a trip
and view Sebastopol,
And Lincoln's going to take a shop
and sell Newcastle coals.
I said Lord John how could you be
So silly to resign,
When with his foot he gave me such
a nasty poke behind ;
and then up jumped the Sheffield chap
From him I got a kick,
And Boebuck whistled Aberdeen
think you are nicely licked.
Well, now I'm done, where shall I run
can't live very long,
I'm nick'd and kick'd,and nicely licked
By Mister Little John ;
Farewell my friends, my time must end
adieu my gracious Queen,
Will no one have compassion on
the poor Old Aberdeen.
Images and transcriptions on this page, including medium image downloads, may be used under the Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International Licence unless otherwise stated.
|English ballads > Elegies & laments > Premier's lament|