ページの画像
PDF
ePub

AND WRA Y.

On such terms as these, sure! he'll meet with success;
And fair his pretentions are, all mult confefs ?
For breaking of Charters, and humbling of Kings,
Elect him! oh, hone! and he'll do greater things.

Derry down, &c.
Here was poor “ little Guy," whom you well yet remember,
lot of Warwick the fan u? no, 'twas Guy of Sovember,
Who made fuch a noise! with his "gunpowder” plan,
He was nothing at all! if compared with our Khan.

Derry down, &c.

1

A NEW S O N G

Tune-As you mean to set fail, &c.
YE freemen who fail for dear liberty's ifle,
As the fea shall run lindoth, and the ikies on you

smile;
As you hope that your voyage propitious may prove,
Let the child of your choice be the man of

your

love.

As you hope, &c.
As

you held up your hands and declar'd for a name,
Let your suffrages crown whoin you flatter'd with fame;
Of the magic of calumny keep yourselves cicar,
And the quicksands of bribery never come near.

Of the magic, &c.
As electors who study your rights to secure,
That the man whom you trust be no pirate be sure;
At his own or his mutinous myrmidons call,
Who will sacrifice cargo, and owners and all.

At his own, &c.
Then, freemen, in time to your pilot attend,
If you laugh at him now you shall weep in the end ;
If you blindly determine the rudder to Fox,
'Tis a hundred to one that you split among rocks.

If you blindly determine, &c.

THE

COALITION B A L L A D.

As sung at the SHAKESPEARE.
COME listen awhile, and I'll give you a

song,
With a great deal of truth, and not very long;
'Tis of North, Burke, and Fox, to give you the worst,
Either one or the other faith may be forft.

Derry down, down, down, derry down.

Lord

[ocr errors]

Lord North, for twelve years, with his war and contracts,
The people he nearly had laid on their backs;
Yet itoutly he swore, he sure was a villain,
If e'er he had better'd his fortune a shilling.

Derry down, &c.
Against him Charles Fox was a fure bitter foe,
And cried, that the empire he'd foon overthrow;
Before him all honour and conscience had filed,
And vow'd, that the axe it Thould cut off his head.

Derry down, &c.
Edmund Burke, too, was in a mighty great rage,
And declared Lord North he disgrace of the age;
His plans and his conduct he treated with icorn,
And thought it a curse that he'd ever been born.

Derry down, &c.
So hated he was, Fox and Burke they both swore,
They infamous were if they enter'd his door;
But prithee, good neighbour, now think on the end,
Burke and Fox, they call him their very good friend!

Derry down, &C.
Now Fox, North, and Burke, each one is a brother,
So honest, they lwear, there's not such another;
No longer they tell us, we're going to ruin,
The people they serve, in whatever they're doing,

Derry down, &co
If receipts they e'en tax, or charters they break,
They tell us, that all they can lawfully take;
They bring us forfooth to the vileft condition,
And bid us admire their damn'd coalition.

Derry down, &c
No longer the nation they plague with their strife,
Refolv'd for to serve one another through life,
They now to each other are wondrous

civil,
And the people--they may go to the devil!

Herry down, &c.
But Chatbam, thank Heaven ! has left us a fon;
When he takes the helm, we are are sure not undone;
The glory his father reviv'd of the land,
And Britannia has taken Piit by the hand.

Derry down, se
Since Fox he is now to all understood,
Your votes give Sir Cecil and Admiral Hood;
No diigrace on the caule they ever will bring,
Both Steady they are to their COUNTRY and KING.

Derry down, &c.

[blocks in formation]

AT half hour past three,

Fox rose—who but he,
The Company's charter to seize on?

Good Lord, how he lied !

What a pity none cried, F-, kiss my

.'tis no treason. Hear! hear his loud gibes, On war, rapine, and

bribes ! - A subject to say what you please on :

While he laughs in his fleeve,

That the House should believe, Oh, kiss my

is no treason. “ Ye place-men so keen,

“ And ye patriots so clean, “ Come all hands to out-yote sober reason.

" I'll provide you snug jobs,

“ With those bloody Nabobs, « And sing, kiss iny

is no treason." Not a son of a

But must quickly grow rich, With all India to draw for rupees on;

O! such wonderful things,

--Seven Emperors–Eight Kings ! Thank God, kiss my

is no treason

His

His dogs one and all,

How they yelp at the call, Poor Indians to worry and seize on,

When they've gorg'd well their chops

With your Leadenhall fops, They'll fing, kiss my --- is no treason.

North just in the nick

Fell conveniently fick,
And Alunk from difgrace in due season;

Howe'er 'twas all one,

For he sent 'em his sonHe may

'tis no treason O may George soon determine

To drive out such vermin,
Or tie 'em all up by the weazon !

While joyful we'll sing,
God bless our good King-
And Fox kiss iny

'tis no treason.

kiss my

The FOX in STRING.

Tune, Belleisle March.
ALL hail to the string
That lets F-x have a swing,

For setting the land in a blaze;
May the rope be made tight,
It will give all delight,

And Jack Ketch will deserve all our praise.
May Nh too with B-ke,
Go off with a jerk,

While laughing old Nick may attend.
Then for Lord Hood and Wray
We will loudly huzza,

Each the nation's preserver and friend.
This great Carlo Khan
Some fay had a plan,

To take all our charters away
But his scheme was found out,
And you need not to doubt,

Was oppos'd by the staunch Cecil Wray.
The East India Bill
Was too bitter a pill,

For the people at large to digest,
And the dd stinking Fox,
Tho' he'd got the State -

Was loon made their scoff I proteft.

[ocr errors]
[merged small][ocr errors][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][ocr errors][ocr errors][merged small][merged small][merged small]
« 前へ次へ »