CHORUS. Oh! the glorious fmall beer Knight, That well taxed you may be. Tho' Sir Cecil can't make fpeeches, Sure that man will guard your rights, 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. Oh! the glorious fmall beer Knight, &c. 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. Oh! the glorious small beer Knight, &c. Dr. Churchill is our Chairman, His great parts are not a riddle, At poking glifters up bum-fiddle. And well glifter'd you shall be. 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. 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, E PIGR A M. On feeing Lady BEAUCHAMP, Lady CARLISLE, and Lady DERBY, in their THE gentle Beauchamp, and the fair Carlisle, 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, EX TEMPORE, On paffing from the Westminster Election on Wednesday. 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. 3 Q 2 W. S. Canvaffing Canvafing all the TON, a New SON G. Now to canvas we fee is become quite the ton: Derry down, down, down, derry down. Derry down, &c. Come each independent foul, Poll for Fox, for Freedom poll; Court Minions! never heed 'em. We'll not, like Sir Cecil Wray, Defert our friend in danger; We'll not Liberty betray Nor for Court favour change her. What! tho' Hood, too, takes their part, We to each fubtle fecret art Will boldly bid defiance. Let then Hood, colleagu'd with Wray, We will not our friend betray But ftand by Fox for ever. Come each independent foul, Poll for Fox, for Freedom poll, Court Minions! never heed 'em. |