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ORS of the City and Liberties of WESTMINSTER,

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HOUGH Sir Cecil and Hood
Let me do what I would)
; left me, alas! at a distance;
Yet I beg and entreat

You won't think they can beat,
ut coine give me some better assistance.

For myself I don't care

(Since l’ve boroughs to spare) Whether I be thrown out or elected :

Yet my spirits 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 furry,

You'll find by and bye,

No such R-sc-l 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,

Being charm'd by my strain,
Will give plumpers for me, we shall beat 'em.

Now I vow and I fwear

No pains will I spare;
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.

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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 such as, I own it, mult render your care
Aná utmost exertions indeed necessaire.
In this contest your interests are much more engag’d
Than mine, my dear friends and I own I should mourn,
if the cause of th’Electors should be overborne ;
Those Electors so true, independent, and free;
For then next to imposible even 't will be
That

any man should, no not even in sport,
Stand against nominations that come from the Court.

The question's not now who elected shall be,
But who shall clc& faith, we most plainly fee,
And the struggle's not 'twixt Sir Cecil and me;
No, 'tis 'twixt the Court influence, much to their shame,
And the rights independent Electors may claim;
But the number of votes still not poil'd is so great,
That we little can doubt but success we shall ineet,
If exertions most proper, most feady and true,
As fhall be by me, are the same made by you.
For nought on my part shall be wanting I vow,
No, I love you as well, as I e'er did, just now :
And depend, my dear friends, that no trouble nor pains,
No sad inconvenience, no turn of my brains,
Shall be wanting to serve and to save you all free
From subjection and thraldom, (Oh, never mind me !)
Which yourselves last Election fo nobly disdain’d,
When

your virtuous choice thus of me you obtained:
I have the honour to be, with respect most profound,
Your obedient, faithful, and down to the ground,

C. J. F..

A CER

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A CERTAIN CANDIDATE's ADDRESS in Verfe.

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

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THOUGH Sir Cecil and Hood

(Let me do what I would) Have left me, alas! at a distance;

Yet I beg and entreat

You won't think they can beat,
But coine give me some better assistance.

For myself I don't care

(Since l've boroughs to spare) Whether I be thrown out or elected :

Yet my spirits quite sink,

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 furry,

You'll find by and bye,

No such R-sc-l 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,

Being charm'd by my strain,
Will give plumpers for me, we shall beat 'em.

Now I vow and I swear

No pains will I fpare ;
Night or day, boys, l'iî 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.

Tho

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Air.-De Malbroug.
THE Piccadilly beauty,

Merlonton inerlontaine,
Is gone upon canvassing duty,

Huzza! for Carlo Khan.
The Duchess has taken the breeches,

Merlonton merlontaine,
So sweetly her senses bewitches

The charins of Carlo Khan.
The mob in the street fhe addresses,

Merlonton merlontaine,
And all for to help the distresses

Of poor little Carlo Khan.
Thro' the Covent Garden rabbles,

Merlonton merlontaine;
She tucks up her gown and she dabbles,

To poll for Carlo Khan.
The vis-a-vis waits at the alleys,

Merlonton merlontaine,
While her Grace with the oyster-wench talleys.

To vote for her Carlo Khan,
I'll bett you a bottle of clarlet,

Merlonton merlontaine,
For a kiss the Lord Mayor of Garratt
Will vote for

my

Carlo Khan.

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To the Tune of,-There' was an Old Woman, and what do you think..

THERE was an old F-x, and what do you think?
Why he liv'd pretty much upon victuals and drink :
'Twas his victuals and drink, to be breeding a riot,
And so, Sir, of course, he could never be quite.

Derry down, down, heigh derry down.
This F-x he could double, and wind in and out,
With the change of the wind he could tack right about :
Still by intereft led, Sir, he follow'd it clore,
While his friends follow'd him, but were led by the nose,

Derry down, down heigh derry down.
One uniform dress had this whimsical fellow,
'Twas a coat of plain blue, and a waistcoat of yellow :

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For he'd g-b-d among such an infamous pack,
They left him no inore than this coat on his back.

Derry down, down, heigh derry down.
Of principles, tho' (which don't cost quite so dear)
He had changes and suits for each day in the year.
Thus he shifted his principles, shifted his speeches,
But ne'er shifted his coat, nor his waistcoat and breeches.

Derry down, down, heigh derry down.
T'other day, Sir, he prov'd our condition so bad,
That a peace, bad or good, must be instantly had;
So he got a good place, Sir, as North was a blockhead,
Having sworn that himself had a peace in his pocket.

Derry down, down, heigh derry down.
Now to prove how poor Geese, by a Fox may be trickt,
When he felt for the peace, Sir, his pocket was pickt.
But when Pitt gave us peace, Sir, he tun'd a new string,
And he prov'd a good peace was a very bad thing.

Derry down, down, heigh derry down.
Lord North, he could prove, by the same sort of rule,
Was once on a time, Sir, a knave and a fool :
But soon as he wedded the great Carlo Khan,
He could prove he was always a good sort of man.

Derry down, down, heigh derry down.
He could prove it would break all our liberties down,
If a tenth part of India was giv'n to the Crown:
He could prove vice versa that India was small;
Nay, in hands of his friends, that 'twas nothing at all.

Derry down, down, heigh derry down.
When Duns call for payment, and Creditors greet,
Fox knew what a luxury was a receipt ;
So he prov'd that, as luxuries ruin a nation,
Receipts were an object most fit for taxation.

Derry down, down, heigh derry down.
For in short he could prove plain wrong to be right,
He could prove white was black, or plain black to be white,
Aye, and then he would prove it was clear without strife,
That he never chang'd fides, nor told fibs in his life.

Derry down, down, heigh derry down.
Since no place is too high for this choicest of spirits,
Now methinks Temple Bar is the station he merits:
May his head fixt on high be a weathercock still,
And there shift with the wind, Sir, as oft as it will.

Derry, down, down, heigh derry down.

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