My Boy Hobby O

Why were you put in Lob's pond,

My boy, HOBBY O? (_bis_)

For telling folks to pull the House

By the ears into the Lobby O!

Who are your grand Reformers now,

My boy, HOBBY O? (_bis_)

There's me and BURDETT,--gentlemen,

And Blackguards HUNT and COBBY O!

Have you no other friends but these,

My boy, HOBBY O? (_bis_)

Yes, Southwark's Knight, the County BYNG,

And in the City, BOBBY O!

How do you recreate yourselves,

My boy, HOBBY O? (_bis_)

We spout with tavern Radicals,

And drink with them hob-nobby O!

What purpose can such folly work,

My boy, HOBBY O? (_bis_)

It gives our partisans a chance

Watches to twitch from fob-by O!

Have they no higher game in view,

My boy, HOBBY O? (_bis_)

Oh yes; to stir the people up,

And then to head the mob-by O.

But sure they'll at their ruin pause,

My boy, HOBBY O? (_bis_)

No! they'd see King and Parliament

Both d--d without a sob-by O!

But, if they fail, they'll be hanged up,

My boy, HOBBY O? (_bis_)

Why, then, they'll swing, like better men,

And that will end the job-by O!