History of the Westminster Election ...

CHORUS.

Oh! the glorious fmall beer Knight,
None more careful fure than he,
Girls perfuade the men to vote,

That well taxed you may be.

Tho' Sir Cecil can't make fpeeches,
Pleafing to a critic's ear,

Sure that man will guard your rights,
Who fo well does guard fmall beer.
CHORU S.

Oh! the glorious small beer Knight, &c.

View him at his poft fo noble

Centry o'er the cellar ftand,

Key fecur'd fafe in his pocket,

Who does then appear more grand.
CHORUS.

Oh! the glorious fmall beer Knight, &c.
Chelsea he fhall furely pull down,

Where lame foldiers now do dwell, For nought they do but eat and guzzle, That Sir Cecil will you tell.

CHORUS.

Oh! the glorious finall beer Knight, &c.

Girls by hard work dreft fo gayly,

Heels fo fmart and light as air,

From their wages fhall a tax pay,

Wooden hoes they then must wear.
CHORUS.

Oh! the glorious small beer Knight, &c.

Dr. Churchill is our Chairman,

His great parts are not a riddle,
None more clever in his ftation,

At poking glifters up bum-fiddle.
CHORUS.
Oh! the fmall beer Knight and Doctor,
A choicer pair you'll feldom fee,
Girls perfuade the men to vote,

And well glifter'd you shall be.
Jackfon is our beast of burthen,

Head of lead, and face of brafs, Fit to carry small beer barrels,

So we'll ftile him Cecil's afs.

CHORUS.

Oh the glorious fmall beer Knight, &c.

IMPROMPTU

IMPROMPTU on her Grace of DEVONSHIRE.
WHILST Devonshire's Duchefs for Fox takes a part;
Whilft fhe afks for your vote, fhe engages your heart;

Can beauty alone fuch influence sway?

Can the fairest of fair make all mortals obey?--

Oh, no! for her empire is over the mind,

And beauty with reafon in her is combin'd.

On Jeeing the Duchefs of DEVONSHIRE, Lady DUNCANNON, &c. canvassing for Mr. FOX.

SURE Heav'n approves of Fox's caufe,
(Tho' flaves at Court abhor him)
To vote for Fox, then, who can pause,
Since Angels canvafs for him!

E PIGR A M.

On feeing Lady BEAUCHAMP, Lady CARLISLE, and Lady DERBY, in their
Garriages, on Mr. FOX's Side of the Huftings.

THE gentle Beauchamp, and the fair Carlisle,
Around their favour'd FOX expecting wait;

And Derby's lip fufpends the ready fmile,

To afk" the Poll" and "what is Charles's fate?"

But fay ye belles, whofe beauty all admit,
Do you in politics difpute the prize;
Or do ye near the Huftings proudly fit,
To take the fuffrage of admiring eyes?

EX TEMPORE,

On paffing from the Westminster Election on Wednesday.
TRUE Sons of LIBERTY! and Daughters too,
Wou'd ye the Champions of your Goddefs view,
To Covent Garden tread your fteps, and there,
Behold them both-in FOX and DEVON's FAIR:

While Fox, with eloquence, fupports her cause,

Devon's bright charm's command moft loud applaufe;

But ah! chafte Liberty! too much I fear,

Thy drooping head foretels thy exit near.
Nor his vaft eloquence, that's reach'd the Poll,
Nor her bright eye, that penetrates the foul,
Can, to fad Albion's weal, thy health retrieve,
While waves yon baleful flag, PREROGATIVE.

3 Q 2

W. S.

Canvaffing

Canvafing all the TON, a New SON G.
WHILST grave Politicians difpute pro and con,

Now to canvas we fee is become quite the ton:
When each fair craves a plumper with lilly white hand,
What man can refufe by fuch angels to ftand.

Derry down, down, down, derry down.
'Tis true, Hoodwinked-No alls object to the scheme,
And cry out, O lack! what a monftrous fhame,
That Ladies of rank fhould their perfons difgrace,
What? To crave the affiftance of men face to face.

Derry down, &c.