VICTORY! FREEDO M! and FOX!

To the tune of-God fave the King.

BRITONS, let's all unite

In defence of our right

And liberty:

From us we'll diftant drive

Scare crow Prerogative,

Nor ever, whilft alive,

Ceafe to be free.

Time-fervers, wond'ring, fhall

View us determin'd all,

Spite of the Court;

Spite of their wily tricks,

And Back Stair folitics,

Fox is the man we fix

On to fupport.

We, like Sir Judas Wray,

Will not our friend betray,
But, orthodox

In aid of liberty,

Let the whole nation fee,

True and faunch we will be

Void of all treachery,
To guard our liberty,

Foremoft ftands Fox:

Let, then, be this our cry-
Conquer, or let us die,

Huzza! boys, VICTORY!

FREEDOM! and FOX!

A NEW SO
SONG.

IN feventeen hundred and eighty and four,
The fecret cabal of the Crown, Sir,
Refolv'd upon meafures unheard of before,

The fence of our rights to break down, Sir;
Then Pitt was the man, that Bute and his clan,
Selected for private inftruction,

"Tho' fupple, tho' fair, of his cunning beware,
Like Sir Cecil he's fit for his function.

Full fraught with hypocrify, up the Back Stairs
He nimbly tript on the toe, Sir,

Inftructed, then bellow'd on India affairs,

To freedom a manifeft foe, Sir;

With Temple and Thurlow, that impudent fellow
And filly Mahon his relation,

He vow'd he'd fupport the fchemes of the Court,
And fairly Sir Cecil the nation.

*

Our free conftitution, for ages admir'd,

He boldly attack'd, front and rear, Sir;
The ftripling, with baleful ambition infpir'd,
The Commons oppos'd without fear, Sir.
Sir Cecil, our Candidate, join'd in the league,
Our liberties to overthrow, Sir;
Ingratitude fits him for Back Stairs intrigue,

To the depth of deception he'll go, Sir.
But no more fhall fuch craft or well-manag'd disguise,
How fpecious fo e'er the pretence, Sir;

Our judgments enfnare or dazzle our eyes,
Nor humbug us out of our fenfe, Sir.

United and join'd, in freedom combin'd,

We'll parry their thrufts fo clever,

And all with one voice make a hearty free choice,
Of LIBERTY'S CHAMPION for ever!

Huzza! then, bold Britons, and ne'er be afraid,

That LIBERTY lacks her fupporters,

The Whigs of Old England, with Fox at their head,

Shall baffle the fchemes of the courtiers,

Sir Cecil fhall then fculk home to his den,

Defpis'd by all claffes whatever.

Then thus we agree, our votes fhall be free,

For LIBERTY'S CHAMPION for ever!

* Alluding to his treachery to Mr. Fox and the Friends of Liberty, who brought him in as Representative for this city.

N.

The people's his glory, his joy, and delight,
He neglects all his pleafure to fee them put right;
And Ladies and Ducheffes, both young and old,
They tuck up their tatters to fee him well poll'd,

To their Rou-de-dou.

There's honeft Sam Houfe, looks fo fmirkin and gay,
To think that his friend will fure gain the day;
He brings many Electors, and is, on the whole,

A ftaunch friend to the caufe of Charles Fox and the poll,
To his Rou-de-dou.

There's Devonshire's Duchefs, all beauty and grace,

Each morning fo early the fhews her fweet face;
Tho' ever fo envious you muft her extoll,
Then rouze up your fpirits, and come to the poll,

With your Rou-de dou..

Sir Cecil, they fay, is a man of renown,
But the maids he would tax, and afylunts pull down;
The maids fhall be free, fo fill up the bowl,

And drink good fuccefs to Charles Fox and his poll.

To his Rou-de-dou.

The FEMALE PATRIOT: Or, The DEVONSHIRE DUCHESS?
Tune-Roaft beef of Old England.

THE Duchefs exemplar' of all that is fair,
Who Tyranny hates, and to oppose it does dare,
Proclaim to the Ladies, be freedom your care;

Oh! the brave girls of Old England,
And Oh! the Old English brave girls.

As Courtiers fain now would Old England enflave,
Step forth ye fair maidens your country to fave,
Smile, fmile but on Fox, and the men will be brave.
Oh! the brave girls of Old England,
And Oh! the Old English brave girls.
Hiftorians and Poets, and Patriots of old,
High deeds and atchievements of glory have told,
By Sydney and Hampden, and by Ladies as bold.
Oh! the brave girls of Old England,
And Oh! the Old English brave girls.

Yet had the fweet girls in thofe days been inclin'd,
T'have feal'd with foft kiffes, the bonds of mankind,
Fair Freedom had perifh'd with Virtue conjoin'd.

Oh! the brave girls of Old England,
And Oh! the Old English brave girls.

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