History of the Westminster Election ...

Tune,-Belleifle March.

ALL hail to the string

That lets F-x have a fwing,

For fetting the land in a blaze;

May the rope be made tight,

It will give all delight,

And Jack Ketch will deferve 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 preferver and friend.

This great Carlo Khan

Some fay had a plan,

To take all our charters away

But his fcheme was found out,

And you need not to doubt,

Was oppos'd by the ftaunch Cecil Wray.

The Eaft India Bill

Was too bitter a pill,

For the people at large to digeft,

And the dd ftinking Fox,

Tho' he'd got the State p

Was foon made their fcoff I protest.

For

ANDIDATE's ADDRESS in Verfe

ORS of the City and Liberties of WESTMINSTER.

HOUGH Sir Cecil and Hood

Let me do what I would)

left me, alas! at a diftance;

Yet I beg and entreat

You won't think they can beat,

ut come give me fome better affistance.

For myfelf I don't care
(Since I've boroughs to spare)
Whether I be thrown out or elected:
Yet my fpirits quite fink,
For it grieves me to think,

How all Westminster will be dejected.

For if you are fo ftout

As to turn a man out,

Because he's a rogue, in your flurry,
You'll find by and bye,

No fuch R-fc-1 as I,

Will dare offer again in a hurry.

There's no quarrel, d'ye fee,
'Twixt Sir Cecil and me;

The whole queftion is this that has rent you
Whether F-es again,

Or plain honeft men,

Shall in all time to come represent you.

The numbers unpoll❜d

Have been carefully told,

And I now have the pleasure to greet 'em,

That if all who remain,

Being charm'd by my ftrain,

Will give plumpers for me, we fhall beat 'em.

Now I vow and I fwear

No pains will I fpare;

Night or day, boys, I'll never be quiet;

I'll fight 'em, I'll cheat 'em,

I'll bully 'em, beat 'em;

Fire and fury, F-, freedom, and riot;

C. J. F.

The

For the curft Receipt Tax,

He deferves fure an axe,

But a halter will do in its ftead,

May old Scratch take his foul,

And when the bells toll,

We will fing that fly Reynard is dead..

Each Westminster boy

Shall exult, full of joy,

That the artful impoftor's no more.

But Lord Hood and Wray

They will loudly huzza,

And each honeft voter encore.

To the Worthy and Independent ELECTORS of the City and Liberty of
WESTMINSTER.

THE advantage, dear friends, now obtain'd on the poll,
(Though by no means decifive, as to the whole,)

Is fuch as, I own it, muft render your care

And utmost exertions indeed neceffaire.

In this conteft your interefts are much more engag'd

Than mine, my dear friends-and I own I should mourn,
If the caufe of th' Electors fhould be overborne;
Thofe Electors fo true, independent, and free;

For then next to impoffible even 'twill be

That any man fhould, no not even in sport,

Stand against nominations that come from the Court.
The queftion's not now who elected fhall be,

But who fhall cle& faith, we moft plainly fee,
And the ftruggle's not 'twixt Sir Cecil and me;

No, 'tis 'twixt the Court influence, much to their fhame,
And the rights independent Electors may claim;
But the number of votes ftill not poll'd is fo great,
That we little can doubt but fuccefs we fhall meet,

If exertions moft proper, moft fleady and true,

As fhalt be by me, are the fame made by you.

For nought on my part fhall be wanting I vow,
No, I love you as well, as I e'er did, juft now:

And depend, my dear friends, that no trouble nor pains,
No fad inconvenience, no turn of my brains,
Shall be wanting to ferve and to fave you all free
From fubjection and thraldom, (Oh, never mind me!)
Which yourfelves laft Election fo nobly difdain'd,
When your virtuous choice thus of me you obtained.

I have the honour to be, with refpect moft profound,
Your obedient, faithful, and-down to the ground,

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C. J. F..

A CER

A CERTAIN CANDIDATE's ADDRESS in Verfe

To the Worthy ELECTORS of the City and Liberties of WESTMINSTER,

THOUGH Sir Cecil and Hood

(Let me do what I would)

Have left me, alas! at a diftance;
Yet I beg and entreat

You won't think they can beat,
But come give me fome better affistance.

For myfelf I don't care
(Since I've boroughs to fpare)
Whether I be thrown out or elected:
Yet my fpirits quite fink,
For it grieves me to think,

How all Westminster will be dejected.

For if you are so stout

As to turn a man out,
Because he's a rogue, in your flurry,
You'll find by and bye,

No fuch R-fc-1 as I,

Will dare offer again in a hurry.

There's no quarrel, d'ye see,
'Twixt Sir Cecil and me;

The whole question is this that has rent you
Whether F-es again,

Or plain honest men,

Shall in all time to come represent you.

The numbers unpoll'd

Have been carefully told,

And I now have the pleasure to greet 'em,
That if all who remain,