No My Friends No! - Poem by William Gay
Hail foes to oppression, and lovers of freedom!
Your day has arrived, and your power you know:-
This host of timeservers, I'm sure we don't need them,
And we'll never support them! O! no, my friends, no!
Their dodges and shuffles, their threats and persuasions,
Their schemes and devices so petty and low,
Has made us determine on all such occasions,
That we'll never support them; O! no, my friends, no!
The victory they've lost, after all their endeavours,
To prop up their system, though now 'tis laid low:-
We were not to be Gallied ^, young Portland for ever!
We would not surrender! O! no, my friends, no!
They may try all they can with their creatures and flunkeys:-
We'll shout in derision at them as we go:-
We care not for N.T. * nor his poor abject monkeys;
And will not support them; O! no, my friends, no!
Success to our Guardian, our rights he's protected;
While his ex Reverence Sandy $ has never done so;
Being the tool of his Party, our claims he's rejected;
And shall we support him? O! no, my friends, no!
'Tag rag and bobtail' as the 'Herald' may term us;
It's place among journals has always been low:-
Poor driveling rag, let it never concern us;
Neither let us be Byass'd +. O! no, my friends, no!
Poor plate licking dog, let him follow his master,
With fawning and wagging his tail to and fro;
Through his growl or his bark we but go ahead faster;
Then let us not blame him; O! no, my friends, no!
O, let's not forget this tenth day of September;
When they thought to o'erawe us, but it was 'no go';
We stood firm to our colors and secured our own Member;
And shall we repent it? O! no, my friends, no!
Send the news far and wide by every conveyance;
Let them know right and left that we've struck the death blow,
To the clique who kept all real good in abeyance;
But no Moore shall oppress us, O! no, my friends, no!
Praise Him by whom Princes and Kings hold their stations;
Who as Judge of the earth does exalt and bring low:
Who is ruler supreme over people and nations;
May we never forsake Him, O! no, my friends, no!
Long life to our Member! May blessings surround him,
In every direction, where e'er he may go,
And those of his foes who would wish to confound him;
May they never be able; O! no, my friends, no!
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