My Boy Hobbie O.

Epitaph.

Posterity will ne'er survey
A nobler grave than this;
Here lie the bones of Castlereagh:
Stop traveller, * *

January 2, 1820.
[First published, Lord Byron's Works, 1833, xvii. 246.]

Epigram.

The world is a bundle of hay,
Mankind are the asses who pull;
Each tugs it a different way,—
And the greatest of all is John Bull!

[First published, Letters and Journals, 1830, ii. 494.]

New Song to the tune of

"Whare hae ye been a' day,
My boy Tammy O.!
Courting o' a young thing
Just come frae her Mammie O."

1.

How came you in Hob's pound to cool,
My boy Hobbie O?
Because I bade the people pull
The House into the Lobby O.

2.

What did the House upon this call,
My boy Hobbie O?
They voted me to Newgate all,
Which is an awkward Jobby O.

3.

Who are now the people's men,
My boy Hobbie O?
There's I and Burdett—Gentlemen
And blackguard Hunt and Cobby O.

4.

You hate the house—why canvass, then?
My boy Hobbie O?
Because I would reform the den
As member for the Mobby O.

5.

Wherefore do you hate the Whigs,
My boy Hobbie O?
Because they want to run their rigs,
As under Walpole Bobby O.

6.

But when we at Cambridge were
My boy Hobbie O,
If my memory don't err
You founded a Whig Clubbie O.

7.

When to the mob you make a speech,
My boy Hobbie O,
How do you keep without their reach
The watch within your fobby O?

8.

But never mind such petty things,
My boy Hobbie O;
God save the people—damn all Kings,
So let us Crown the Mobby O!
Yours truly,
(Signed) Infidus Scurra

March 23d, 1820.
[First published Murray's Magazine, March, 1887, vol. i. pp. 292, 293.]