Ye Westminster Lads and ye Lasses,
See what in our Parliament passes:
Be dismal and dumb for instead of your Laws,
Billy Pitt is to give you a pair of Lock’d Jaws!
A pair of Lock’d Jaws,
Instead of your Laws;
Billy Pitt is to give you a pair of Lock’d Jaws!

In the middle of our horrible disasters
He lays on this worst of all plasters;
He takes from us bread: —Aye, this is the cause,
We’ve no use for our Teeth, for he locks up our Jaws!
A pair of Lock’d Jaws!
And Famine’s the cause,
We’ve no use for our Teeth, for he locks up our Jaws!

To his crew he gives Sinecure Places,
To support him in all of our disgraces;
He crams with our Bread their monstrous craws,
While the people are doomed to a pair of Locked Jaws
A pair of Lock’d Jaws,
To feed their dam’nd craws;
For the craws of all craws are the Ministers craws!

Ye Guinea-pigs, Pittites, and Tories,
Ne’er chouse us with rascally stories;
Ye powder your heads while we live upon Straws,
And are doom’d by this Bill to a pair of Lock’d Jaws!
A pair of Lock’d Jaws,
Or to live upon Strawrs
We are doom’d by this Bill to a pair of Lock’d Jaws!

To grant every Turncoate’s pretensions
We’er saddled with Places and Pensions;
And while on our loaves they lay their sharp Paws,
To starve us at once they lock up our Jaws!
They lock up our Jaws!
With their terrible paws;
And starve us at once they lock up our Jaws!

We are told of alarms and of terrors
As a screen for the ministers errors;
So, this measure will hide all his criminal flaws,
For, to stifle our clamour, he locks up our Jaws!
A pair of Lock’d Jaws
Will screen all his flaws;
And, to stifle our clamour, he locks up our Jaws!

He persists in his scandalous measures,
And squanders our Blood, and our Treasures:
The Swine have long liv’d on upon mere hips and haws;
Nay, that is too good; so he Locks up our Jaws!
He Locks up our Jaws,
E’en denies hips and haws
And gives to the swine a pair of Lock’d Jaws!

Our Billy compar’d is to no man,
Nor Frenchman, nor Grecian, nor Roman:
He’s so full of his tricks, when our purse-strings he draws;
But the trick of all tricks is to lock up our Jaws!
He locks up our Jaws!
When our purses he draws,
And to pilfer our Money he locks up our Jaws!

With Pop guns and Plots he confounds us:
With Barracks and Camps he surrounds us:
By arts such as these the people he awes.
And, back’d by his Red-coats, he locks up our Jaws!
He locks up our Jaws!
While the Bayonet awes,
His Barracks are built, and he locks up our Jaws!

Ye Westminster Lads, and ye Lasses,
Who see what in Parliament passes,
Be steady and firm, or the’ll pair down your claws,
For ever be dumb, or now open your Jaws.
All open your Jaws,
Or they’ll pair down your claws;
For ever be dumb, or now open your Jaws.