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Coalition! oh rare,

How it made the lads ftare !
When North you 'gain foisted upon 'em, upon 'em :

'Twas bravo ! 'twas nice,

Hye for Brooks and the dice,
So again to the Devil we bob 'em, we bob 'em.

The CONSULTATION.

SAYS F-kto F-X, “ Oh how can we ate !
" By Jasus you know we have both pawn'd our plate :"
Black Reynard replies, “ We can have one good meal,"
By filching from Thurlow his boasted Great Seal*."

The DEVIL take the Hindmost.

WITH a borough before, and a bailiff behind,
See our Senators run as fast as the wind :
Then scamper, ye bankrupts in fame and in purse,
For the loss of a seat is a damnable curse.

The NEW COALITION: Or, The FOX who had lost his TAIL,

And the Vermin turn'd out of his Borough.

Set to the Jew's Harp.
To the tune of-A Cobler there was, &c.
SAYS Fox to old Ver-min, to avoid repetition
Of a favourite topic, I mean Coalition,
Here's my hand once for all, and I'll fully explain
Why North and I join'd, and why you'll join us twain.

Derry down, down, down, derry, &c.
In public, North tax'd with treason and cheat;
Said, I'd make England poor to make myself great;
Said, I'd nothing to lose, and only to gain
By cogging the dice--when old England's the main.

Derry down, &c.
He faid, tho' of honesty much I did lack,
Yet whilft Clubs did count I was "am of the Pack;
And as Old Noll of Huntingdon well did of yore,
Would beat King --if not beat'n Knave out of door.

Derry down, &c.
* The Great Seal is made of alvor, and weighs about 61b.

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I replied, he did lose half our empire and trade;
I show'd that his loss by his folly was made ;
I thow'd 'twas his scheme too, these realms to enslave;
So left it in doubi--if moft fool, or most knave.

Derry down, &c.
That lifelf he'd enrich'd, tho' the nation made poor;
Hlad his Cinque Ports, his pension, his ribband, and whore;
Yet fome tenderness show'd for the Venus his wite,
So Bushy Parh gave her--then left it for life.

Derry down, &c.
Xow all must observe, (for all do agree
In what I said of him, and what he faid of me)
That a rascal has right to call rascal a brother,
And a g- had no right to make all this pother.

Derry down, &c.
A Temple to Charles faid (the Second) too rude,
“ Be the Man of your People, and study their good.”
Such freedom of language I still must condemn,
For it ne'er can suit us, tho' it may better thein.

Derry down, &c.
My character known, it induc'd the good North,
After twelve years mistake to honour my worth :
So in public l'm his—but I'd plead private merit,
To have you, my friend, of congenial spirit.

Derry down, &c.
Pharo-dealer, stock-jobber, can never be stranger,
Tho' mine inore the profit, and your's more the danger,
I have all things to gain, you have nothing to lose,
So dear, dear Lord Ver-min our bargain let's close.

Derry down, &c.
For the India Bill vote, you cannot but chuse,
'Tis a good vote of credit with all our old Jews,
And vote the Receipt Tax-you cannot say nay,
For who takes a receipt--who has nothing to pay?

Derry down, &c.
Says good old Lord Ver-min, your reasoning is strong,
It hurries conviction and feelings along;
Take my hand and I'm your's, and the devil's—but tell
Irish Ned, that I think he's too bad e'en for hell.

Derry down, &c.
Poor Ver-min his borough ha'n loft, may still find,
Some earth of the Fox to keep off the wind;
And the Fox having lost his thick tail-may depend,
To keep his a warm, on the fur of his friend.

Derry down, &c.
So Ver-min and Fox got in the same hole,
To grabble and spatter, and stink and cajole;

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And the first thing they can do to honour their worth
Is to keep them both there and to stop up the earth.

Derry down, &c.
No Ver-min we'll have in our Buckingham county,
We're for Freedom with law, and for Prudence with bounty,
We're for King and for people, and t'avoid repetition,
We're all to a man 'gainst the damn’d Coalition.

Derry down, &c.

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The FOX's PROGRESS
WHEN first young Reynard came from France,
He try'd to bow, to dress, to dance,
But to succeed had little chance,

The courtly dames among ;
'Tis true, indeed, his wit has charms,
But his grim phiz the point difarms,
And all were fill'd with dire alarins,

At such a beau garçon.
He left the fair, and took to dice,
At Brooks's they were not so nice,
But clear'd his pockets in a trice,

Nor left a wreck behind;
Nay, some pretend he even lost
That little grace he had to boast,
And then resolv’d to seize some post,

Where he might raise the wind.
In politics he could not fail;
So set about it tooth and nail;
But here again his stars prevail,

Nor long the meteor fhone.
His friends, if such deserve the name,
Still keep him at a losing game,
Bankrupt in Fortune and in Fame,

His day is almost done.

'TIS true,

CARLO KHAN's Anfwer to PADDY QUINLAN's Addrifs.

Tune Larry Grogan.
Dear Paddy,

I've reason to rue,
That “The Man of the People," they dub'd' me, they dub'd me;

Don't you think it was cruel,

In you, my dear jewel,
To mention the thing that so drub'd me, so drub'd me;

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A tight place I had,

I confefs it, dear Pad,
To break Charters, I now find an evil, an evil;

In your ear, by the bye,

'Twas North, and not I,
But his council I pitch to the devil, the devil.

Many tricks I confefs,

With Refolve and Address;
As you told me, 'tis true, I have play'd 'em, have play'd em;

Nor ought will content,

If that Pitt don't prevent,
Many dances I mean yet to lead 'em, to lead 'em :

Majorities then,

And minorities, when
They answer my purpose, God save 'em, God save 'em.

If for Charters they stand,

As the last chosen band,
With the devil I'm sure for to leave 'em, to leave 'em.

But Paddy, my dear,

'Cause now in the rear,
A place you think ne'er I shall get in, shall get in;

Were you not such a lot,

You'd soon see the plot,
The secret I find, you're not yet in, not yet in :

Of North I'm the paw,

And I'll “ fight with my jaw,"
'Till the old house I bring down upon 'ein, upon ’em;

A place when I gain,

Then I bellow a “main,"
To the devil the people I bob 'em, I bob 'em.

T. Mr. F

HONEST Charles, O thou pride, thou delight of my soul!

Take advice from a friend and a brother;
All advantages lost, by bad tricks, at one poll,
May be gain'd, by good sticks, at another.

BELZEBUB.

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great Prince

To the Worthy and Independent ELECTORS of WESTMINSTER, who ha ve the boncu

of being employed by a certain great Prince.
SINCE's

Condescends to evince
His concern in your future election,

How happy each cobler,

Butcher, imith, and pot-wobler,
Who shall merit his Royal protection!

For God's fake consider

The rank of the bidder,
Who offers so much for your plumpers :

What's the nation or Pitt,

To th: Pre and Tom Tit!
D--- such stuff--aud to Fox fill your bumpers.

He swears he'll support,

Spite of people and court,
His friend Charles on the trying occasion ;

So remember to vote
As his H-

-{s has wrote,
Or by George you'll be sent to in-tion,

The storm how it gathers

No Fox and no feathers,
Ciies the P-ein a passion to Weltjie;

But if you'll be geele,

You may keep three a-piece;
Sure such condefcenfion must melt ye.

A late EPIGRAM. Epigrammatized by CARLO KHAN's old Friend, PADDY

QUINLAN.
WHEN Paddy heard, that Devon's beauteous fair

An active part in Reynard's canvass took,
By Ja--s swore! that Quintan would beware

The tweet effects of an enchanting look..
Courage, Great Carla !-ince the Paphian Queen

Your caule fupports,-nay, toasts you in a bumper:
Success must follow not one with whom ilie's been

Resus'd his vote : all figh'd to give a PLUMPER.

PADDY QUINLAN to the ELECTORS of WESTMINSTER.

YOUR great “ Indian Chief,” Khan Charle is come, ,
Your voices to get ! poh! 'tis all a mere hum,
A leat, if you'll give him, he'll proniie und twear,
He'll break all your Charters as soon as he dare.

Derry down, down, down, derry down.

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