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SONG OF THE INDIAN CONSERVATIVE Liberalism's a sham and a snare, 'Tis moonshine and gammon and jhoot ;* For your "liberal man's" only care Is for chances of plunder and loot! Yes, plunder and blunder still mark His career, be he statesman or scribe ; And whether they whine or they bark, Never trust the "liberal" tribe. All their talk is but nonsense and stuff, Come, honest conservatives, come ! Away with proud Argyll and Duff, Let's have Salisbury or Derby ekdum.† Three cheers for brave Dizzie, my lads, Let his genius have full and fair play ; Tum out all the "liberal" pads, Let honest conservatives away. Our first parents by Satan were sold In a serpent's guise,-shining and bright ; He has changed now his tactics, I find, And deceives as a "liberal" wight ! . I am a tory by instinct all true,- Nay, prove me aught else if you can ; I give even the Devil his due, Let him take, then, his "liberal man !"
