NO.  II.—­THE WINK OF ROGUERY’S EYE.

AIR—­“WINK THE OTHER EYE.”

  Say, boys, whatever do men mean
  When they wink the other eye? 
  Why, when “sharps” say the world is “green,”
  Do they wink the other eye? 
  The Radicals and Tories both tell stories, not a few,
  About Measures falsely promised, and reforms long overdue;
  And when the simple Mob believes that every word is true. 
  Then they—­wink the other eye!

    Chorus.—­Say, boys, now is it quite the thing! 
        Say, should we let them have their fling? 
        Ah, when they get us “on a string”
        Then they wink the other eye!

  Say, boys are Leaders to be loved,
  When they wink the other eye? 
  By artful speech the Mob is moved,
  Till it winks the other eye;
  The optic Wink’s the language of the sly and sordid soul,
  The mute freemasonry of Fraud, sign-post to Roguery’s goal. 
  When Circe sees her votaries swine ready in sludge to roll
  Then she winks the other eye!

    Chorus.—­Say, boys, is it so fine a thing,
        Low Cunning, which Cheat’s laureates sing,
        The Comus of the Mart and Ring,
        Who—­winks the other eye?

  Say, boys, is Cunning’s promise good,
  When she winks the other eye? 
  Noodledom seeks her neighbourhood,
  And winks its other eye. 
  For no one winks so freely as a fool who thinks he’s sly;
  The dupe of deeper knavery smirks in shallow mimicry
  Of the smirking JERRY DIDDLER who is sucking him so dry,
  And who winks the other eye.

    Chorus.—­Say, boys, now is the Wink a thing
        Worthy of worship; will you fling
        Your caps in air for the Knave-King
        Who—­winks the other eye?

The Politician plucks his geese, Then he winks the other eye.  Brazen Fraud steals Trade’s Golden Fleece, Then he winks the other eye. Autolycus pipes ballads; public pockets are his aim; Rabagas raves of “liberty”; advancement is his game; And when their dupes aren’t looking all these rogues do just the same, They—­wink the other eye!

    Chorus.—­Say, boys, paeans will you sing
        To winking harpies all a-wing
        To prey on fools; who steal, and sting,
        And—­wink the other eye?

Wisdom may smile, but Cunning can’t, She winks the other eye.  Humour shall chortle, Mockery shan’t, She winks the other eye.  The stars above us twinkle and the dews beneath us blink, All the eyes of Nature sparkle, and from merriment do not shrink, The Language of the Eye of Cynic Knavery is—­the Wink! Roguery “winks the other eye!”

    Chorus.—­Say, boys, is it quite the thing? 
        “Ducdame"[1] to fools the Diddlers sing;
        Trust me ’tis Rascals in a Ring
        Who wink the other eye!