Election Day

Ye Freemen all, with heart and voice
Your banners wide display--
Bring Hodgson forth, your man of choice,
Upon th' Election-day.

Then fill your glasses, drink your fill,
Drink deeply while you may--
With right good-will, we'll drink and swill
Upon th' Election-day.

But politics are not the stuff
That we care much about--
Nor care, so we get drink enough,
Who's in, or who is out.

Then fill your glasses, drink your fill--
Fill and drink away,
And ev'ry one enjoy the fun
Upon th' Election-day.

Brave Vulcan is our leader bold,
The pride of all good fellows--
He swears the iron shall ne'er grow cold,
While he can blow the bellows.

Then fill your glasses, what's the toast,
To drive dull care away?--
'May ev'ry man be at his post
Upon th' Election-day.'

The landlord next appears in view,
Our second in command,
Encouraging the jovial crew
To drink while they can stand.

Then charge your glasses, noble souls,
The toast without delay--
'May thirsty souls have flowing bowls
Upon th' Election-day.'

Then Hodgson's name aloud proclaim
Victoriously that day;
While he, in honour of his fame,
Will all expences pay.

Then fill your glasses, what's the toast?
Fill and drink away--
'May ev'ry man drink all he can
Upon th' Election-day.'