THE WATERLOO COACHMAN. AN EXCELLENT NEW SONG,

FOUNDED ON A FARCE CALLED "THE DUKE AND THE 31.ATOR," OR. "WHERE SHALL I' DINE?" WHICH WAS ENACTED DURING THE PAST WEEK TO ALL THE HOUSES FROM ST. JAMES'S TO THE MANSIONBOUSE, AND UNES/UIVO- CALLT DAMNED.

Air—" Traiker the Twopenny Postman."

I.

The King of all England was asked to a feast By the King of all London, and said he would go ;

The Queen would go too; and, last but not least, John Bull, bless his eyes ! was to gape at a show : And citizens' hearts inflamed their gills .

With a- turtle-love for the Sailor King; And loud was the call for Kitchener's pills,* When all was brushed off by one terrible swing.

As the Devil would have it—or, rather, the Duke— King Wrr.Lraat was told not to budge from his nook,

But to stay in St. James's and read the Red Book, By command of the Waterloo Coachman.

Ir.

A Cabinet Council was called in the night,

To muse on a wonder enveloped in mist :

His Grace told his colleagues to be in a fright,

And they, honest souls, were afraid to resist.

Infallible PEEL, and GOULBURN grim, And politic LYNDHURST thrill'd with dread,

While the sweet Lord ELLEN, with aspect prim,

Hoped no one meant harm to the hairs of his head.

With worshipful wonder they gazed on his Grace, Who walked up and down with a desperate face,

And mutter'd some words of the Mayor and the Mace,

And the whip of the Waterloo Coachman.

Iii.

" Will your Highness," said Munn.xy, g! permit me to ask, Now all of us tremble—pray, what is it for ?"—

Quoth the Duke, "By any faith, it's a difficult task—

Yet to you, Sir, the cause cannot matter a straw f.

'Tis a terrible thing—anclthat 'a enough For subaltern statesmen, sure, to learn ;

"God forbid that any man should not be able to come to dinner in the City in safety." (Cheers).—Nr. Dixon's Speech in the Common C.ounciL Ste the Morn- ing chronicle, November 9.

t This truly Cockney and mellifluous rhyme Is taken, with due acknowledgment, • from the Peed of the Putt& • -

What puzzles me nu st in this puzzling stuff,

Is to know I've a Key to the whole concern ! However, I'll tell you with brevity 's breath— The King of the Cockneys has met with my wraith, And tells me the People would pelt me to death ;—

. But they sha'nt !" said the Waterloo Coachman.

Iv.

"'Why, who could have thought, when consenting to dine With the Mayor, that a night in November was dark ?

Or that crowds could collect the whole length of the line ?

Or that those who love fun ever look for a lark ?

Then there's PEEL'S Police—it '11 go to pot-- • And the lights be doused by desperate elves ;

Nay, more, I'm assured that, if they should not,

The lamps have resolved to go out of themsetties!"—

" 0, horror !" cried PEEL, "must my own Police

Be pegg'd by the knights of the Golden Fleece, And I have to mourn for my Duke's decease !"— " No, you sha'nt !" said the Waterloo Coachman.

"Though the King might go there by himself without dread, Yet, wanting his Ministe.rs—what would avail ?

Would that not be feasting the national head, And starving the equally national tail ?

Since we are the men, with whip and rein,

Wot drives the Sovereign coach,' they say, Among them what glutton his glass would drain, Or gobble his soup, if we were away ?"— " Oh, none !" cried out LYNDHURST, "and that's why I think The best we can do, though on misery's brink, Is to join them, and share in their guttle and drink."— " With a hook ! " said the Waterloo Coachman.

"No !—order fresh troops--barricado the Tower—

Let sand-bags be sent, and all vigour display'd ;

We may be as safe as TODI Moonz in a bower,

But the Mayor makes its think of a serious blockade...1: Let us bravely die, if die we must, For the stones intend to rise, I'm told ;§ And, the truth to say, their cause is just, For over them oft have our carriages roll'd."— "But suppose," said grim GOULBURN, " the fellow has shamm'd, And' for stock-jobbing tricks lie your Highness has cramm'd ?"—

" If so, then, I wish the Elect may be d—d !

So, I'm off! " said the Waterloo Coachman.

Now pale is the point of each Alderman's nose, And sad must the souls of the citizens be, Since something is wrong, as the locksmiths suppose,

When Wards are no longer on terms with their Key.

Poor GALLOWAY growls, and PEAT:SON pouts,

And Figgins and Wiggins and Scroggins are queer; For Novembelto them, without revelling bouts, Might as well be lopp'd off from the months of the year.

And, oh, it is nuts now to witness the gloom Of the fellow who asked such a price for his room In the Strand, and now prays for a damnable doom On the head of the Waterloo Coachman.

VIII.

Oh grave looked the Judge, when he lectured the Mayor, As to how he should govern his realm of Cockaigne ; For he thought of the dinners he oft used to share When the "Citizen Kings" were commencing their reign.

For the Court then made a glad grimace At the sound of the "soft Recorder's" voice; But now 'twas all up—and the conscious mace Refused to look out on the Livery's choice.

And the newly-made monarch was sad, you'll believe,

For none of his subjects would cry out Key vire

But laughing they left him at leisure to grieve For his note to the Waterloo Coachman.

Ix.

Well, here's to the King! to the Queen ! and to all

Who laugh at the bugbears, thus born of a fog, a

And wonder the Waterloo Coachman should fall

So deep in this precious political bog.

'Twas a Mayor's nest found by a groping hand,

A bottle of smoke, or such horrible thing.

Let Tyranny trust to a martial band—

An Englishman's heart is the shield of his King!

And soon may their Majesties dine with the Mayor,

And the Duke and the rest of the tail, too, be there ; If he drive to the City hes mire' of his fare—

That's enough, one would think, for a Coachman.

t Query, bleekkaulf—Devil. Vide Morning Herald.