God rest you merry Gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay;
Remember we were left alive
Upon last Christmas Day,
With both our lips at liberty,
To praise Lord C[astlereag]h
For his “practical” comfort and joy!

He turn’d his back upon himself
And straight to “Lunnun” came,
To two two-sided Lawyers
With tidings of the same,
That our own land must “prostrate stand”
Unless we praise his name—
For his, &c.

“Go fear not,” said his L[ordshi]p
“Let nothing you affright;
“Go draw your quills, and draw six Bills,
“Put out yon blaze of light:
“I’m able to advance you,
“Go stamp it out then quite,”—
For his, &c.

The Lawyers at those tidings
Rejoiced much in mind,
And left their friends a-staring
To go and raise the wind,
And straight went to the Taxing-men
And said “the Bills come find”—
For his, &c.

The Lawyers found majorities
To do as they did say,
They found them at their mangers
Like oxen at their hay,
Some lying, and some kneeling down,
All to L[or]d C[astlereag]h
For his, &c.

With sudden joy and gladness
Rat G[iffor]d was beguiled,
They each sat at his L[ordshi]p’s side,
He patted them and smiled;
Yet C[ople]y, on his nether end,
Sat like a new born Child,
For his, &c.

He thought upon his Father,
His virtues and his fame,
And how that father hoped from him
For glory to his name,
And as his chin dropp’d on his breast,
His pale cheeks burn'd with shame:
For his, &c.

Lord C[astlereag]h doth rule yon House,
And all who there do reign;
They’ve let us live this Christmas time —
D’ye think they will again?
They say they are our masters —
That’s neither here, nor there:
For his, &c.