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NEW SONG.

Tune-See the conquering Hero comes.

your fav'rite Hero comes,

Sound your fifes and beat your drums,
Slaves may make defpotic strides,

But manly worth triumphant rides.
In this great and glorious fight,

Juftice foon fhall fet us right,
Venal fouls and treacherous hearts,

Soon fhall meet their juft deferts.
To redrefs an injured land

By your Champion firmly ftand,
Truth will in the end decree,

"Fox is crown'd with victory."

View yon hireling mifcreant throng,
Led by a Coachman's filver thong,
But Freedom's Sons will Fox support,
Against a filly tool of Court.

Huzza! Fox and LIBERTY!
NO JUDAS! NO JACKSON!

A NEW SONG on the WESTMINSTER ELECTION, in praife of SAM HOUSE'S affiduous Canvafs, &c.

To the Tune of-Hark the Sound of the Drum.

SEE the friends of brave Fox, to the Huftings now flocks,

Noble hearts thus united fo clever;

'Tis with joy now we fay, it's all over with Wray,

Fox and Liberty, now boys, for ever, for ever, for ever!
Fox and Liberty, now boys, for ever!

See the brave Sammy House, he's as ftill as a moufe,
And does canvafs with prudence fo clever;

See what fhoals with him flocks, to poll for brave Fox,

Give thanks to Sam House, boys, for ever, for ever, for ever!
Give thanks to Sam Houfe, boys, for ever!

Brave bald-headed Sam, all muft own is the man,
Who does canvafs for brave Fox fo clever;

His averfion, I fay, is to [mall beer and Wray!

May his bald head be honour'd for ever, for ever, for ever!
May his bald head be honour'd for ever!

Like Cæfar fo bold, he will not be controul'd,
Fox will furely efteem him for ever;

Which is due of course unto brave Sammy House,

For his head fhall be crown'd like a Cæfar, a Cæfar, a Cæfar.
For his head fhall be crown'd like a Cæfar.

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Sam's goodness is known all over the town,

Tho' an oddity, ftill he is clever;

It's for his honeft heart, where drefs has no part,

Fox will thank Sam, and love him for ever, for ever, for ever!
Fox will thank Sam, and love him for ever!

The Editors of this Work return most grateful thanks to the Gentleman who tranfmitted to them the following pointed compofition. We perfectly agree with our obliging correfpondent in his opinion, respecting the Authorship: It carries with it in every line indubitable marks of its legitimacy. None but the witty writer of the celebrated BABY and NURSE SONG could have compofed the one we here prefent to the public, as a correct and undoubted original. The only copy ever given out of the Author's hand, is at prefent in our possesfion.

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* BILLY'S TOO YOUNG TO DRIVE US.

IF life's a rough journey as moralifts tell,
Englishmen fure made the beft on't:

On this fpot of the earth, they bade liberty dwell,

While flavery holds all the reft on't;

They thought the beft folace for labour and care,
Was a ftate independent and free, Sir;

And, this thought, tho' a curfe that no tyrant can bear,

Is the bleffing of you and of me, Sir.

Then while through this whirlabout journey we reel,
We'll keep unabus'd the best bleffing we feel,

And watch ev'ry turn of the politic wheel-
Billy's too young to drive us.

The car of Britannia we all muft allow,
Is ready to crack with its load, Sir;
And wanting the hand of experience, will now
Moft furely break down on the road, Sir;
Then must we poor paffengers quietly wait,
To be crufh'd by this mifchievous fpark, Sir;
Who drives a damn'd job in the carriage of ftate,
And got up like a thief in the dark, Sir.

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Then while through this whirlabout, &c. &c.
They fay that his judgment is mellow and pure,
And his principles virtue's own type, Sir,
I believe, from my foul, he's a fon of a w-
And his judgment more rotten than ripe, Sir.
For, all that he boafts of, what is it in truth?
But that mad with ambition and pride, Sir,
He's the vices of age, for the follies of youth,
And a damn'd deal of cunning befide, Sir.

Then while through this whirlabout, &c. &c.

The

The fquires, whofe reafon ne'er reaches a span,
Are all with this prodigy ftruck, Sir;
And cry, "it's a crime not to vote for a man,
"Who's as chafte as a baby at fuck, Sir;"
But pray let me afk, had his virtue prevail'd,
What foul wou'd to heaven come near, Sir?
Not one-for the whole generation had fail'd,
And God's creatures had never been here, Sir.
Then while through this whirlabout, &c. &c.
It's true, he's a pretty good gift of the gab,
And was taught by his dad on a flool, Sir;
But tho' at a fpeech he's a bit of a dab,

In the ftate he's a bit of a tool, Sir;
For Billy's pure love for his country was fuch,
He agreed to become the cat's paw, Sir;

And fits at the helm, while its turn'd by the touch
Of a reprobate fiend of the law, Sir.

Then while through this whirlabout, &c. &c.

Tho' reafon united a North and a Fox,

The world of this junction complain, Sir;
But what's that to his who join'd with a pox,
To the cabinet pimp of the thane, Sir;
Who fold to a highflying Jacobite gang,
The credit of Chatham's great name, Sir;

That, pleas'd, we might hear a young puppet harangue,
While 7-nk-nf-n plays the old game, Sir.

Then while through this whirlabout, &c. &c.
They fay his fine parts are a mighty good prop
To push up Britannia's affairs, Sir;

But we all of us know, tho' he ftands at her top,

Her bottom will die in defpair, Sir;

Then with freemen who on a fair bottom would tread,
Here's a toast that I'm fure will prevail, Sir;

BRITANNIA! and may he ne'er ftand at her head,

Who never can stand at her tail, Sir!

Then while through this whirlabout, &c. &c.

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Deign to accept the homage due,
For interference in a caufe,
When finking low we look to you,

To fend us one to guard our laws.
Hail! &c.

Thy gracious favours we receive,

Thy choice of Fox we will hold dear;

For Liberty he'll never leave,

For thine's the cause he does hold dear.

Hail! fav'rite, hail! for ever may'st thou be
Protetor of our Liberty.

Let Faction reign and Discord rule,

Thou ftill fhalt rife and bloífom fair,

While every fervile courtly tool,

Is wither'd with thy rip'ning air.

Hail! choice of Freedom, for ever may'st thou be
The champion of, &c.

Britons, affift the glorious caufe,

Exert and fhew you ftill are brave;

'Tis Freedom's call protects your laws

And fhews the world you are not flaves.

Hail! choice of Freedom, &c.

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COME chear up, my lads, 'tis to Freedom we steer;
No tyrant dictators fhall manage us here;

No more fhall they fend vile dependents on Court,
The birth-right of Britons they ne'er will fupport:
United by Freedom, in freedom remain;
See! Fox ftill is ready,

To our caufe ever steady;

Huzza! we'll elect him again, and again.

Since first we adopted THE FOX as our choice,
To injure the nation he ne'er lent his voice:
His unfhaken heart, ftout, manly, and bold,
Could ne'er be corrupted our caufe to have fold:
United by Freedom, &c.

Nor ftruggling, nor anxious for power, or place;
Nor pention, nor promife, his foul can difgrace;
By firmnets and principle, form'd to withstand
The monster Corruption, that threatens the land:
United by Freedom, &c.

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NEW SO N G,
Tune,-Let the Toast pass, &c.
TO Sir Cecil's defeat let us tune a new fong,
Tho' much it may ftir up his gall, Sir,
For it plainly appears that it cannot be long,
Before his pride meets with a fall, Sir.
Then may each of us fay,

May the devil take Wray,

And Charly and Liberty carry the day.

Into every ftall and in every cell,

Sir Cecil keeps thrufting his nose, Sir,
But the Weftminfter folks fay the devil in hell,
Is as welcome wherever he goes, Sir.
Then let, &c.

To FOX and to Freedom we give our fupport,
Every Englishman feels it his duty,

When their caufe is attack'd by the pow'r of the Court,
And defended by Virtue and Beauty.

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