Thomas Atkinson of Glasgow

William Motherwell, "The Reformer's Garland. An excellent new Song" 1833; in Motherwell, Poetical Works, 4th ed (1847) 37-38.

Tune, — "Young Lochinvar."

T-m A-k-n mounted his berry brown steed,
Through all the West Country unequalled for speed;
And, save an odd threepence to pay for the toll,
He carried no weight but a placard in scroll.
So lightly and jaunty he eastward did hie,
With the Bill in his heart and the Mail in his eye;—
He swore that, for once, he would e-clipse the "'Sun,"
And darken the shine of his neighbor, M'P-n.

Camaichie folk stared, and Tallcross stood abeigh,
So rapid he rode, and the steed was so skeigh;
But Tom did not value his horsemanlike skill;
His thoughts were "Reform," and "naught but the Bill."
Yea even in passing the scene at Carmyle,
The Whig field of honor seemed worthless the while—
For still he expected to e-clipse the Sun,"
And darken the shine of his neighbor, M'P-n.

Then onward he sped, till he came to a turn
Of the road, when the Guard of the Mail cried, "Adjourn!"
And about ship went Tom, and the spur did apply,
And the Stationer, truly, for once seemed to fly.
His Tontine constituents soon did he hail,
For near eighteen minutes he distanced the Mail;
The "Adjourn" was repeated, e-clipsed was the "Sun,"
The shine was o'erclouded of neighbor M'P-n.

Sir D. K. S-f-d next mounted his beast,
With its tail to the west and its head to the east,
And on like a War Knight the brute he did urge,
To nose the effect of the famed "Russell Purge;"
But at Bothwell the Mail Guard roared out, "Lost by eight!"
When about went the prad, as it had taken fright:
Sir Dan he stuck on, and again 'clipsed the "Sun;"
To the utter confounding of neighbor M'P-n.