THE P0011 VOTER'S SONG.

They knew that I was poor,

And they thought that I was base; And would readily endure To he covered with disgrace ;—

They judged me of their tribe,

Who on dirty mammon dote, So they offered me a bribe For my vote, boys, vote! 0 shame upon my betters, Who would my conscience buy ! But shall I wear their fetters?

Not I, indeed, not 1!

My vote?—it is not mine To do with as I will; To cast, like pearls to swine, To these wallowers in ill : It is my country's due; And I'll give it, while I can, To the honest and the true, Like a man, boys, man !

0 shame, &c.

What though these men he rich,

And what though I be poor ; I would perish in a ditellig Ere I'd listen to their are : They may treat me as a prey,

But their vengeance shall be braved I've a soul as well as they

To be saved, boys, saved !

0 shame, &e.

Did I swallow down the hook

That was baited by the base, how could I dare to look

My young ones in the face? Could I teach them "time right way,"

While I heard a voice within Reproach me night and day With may sin, boys, sin?

0 shame, &c.

No, no—I'll hold my vote As a treasure and a trust ;— My dishonour none shall quote, When I'm mingled with the dust : And my children, when I'm gone, Shall be strengthen'd by the thought, That their father was not one Tu be bought, boys, bought!

0 shame upon my betters, Who would my conscience buy ! But shall I wear their fetters?

Not I, indeed, not I!

T. N.