SEE A NEW SONG. Tune-See the conquering Hero comes. your fav'rite Hero comes, Sound your fifes and beat your drums, But manly worth triumphant rides. Juftice foon fhall fet us right, Soon fhall meet their juft deferts. By your Champion firmly ftand, "Fox is crown'd with victory." View yon hireling mifcreant throng, Huzza! Fox and LIBERTY! 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! See the brave Sammy House, he's as ftill as a moufe, See what fhoals with him flocks, to poll for brave Fox, Give thanks to Sam House, boys, for ever, for ever, for ever! Brave bald-headed Sam, all muft own is the man, His averfion, I fay, is to [mall beer and Wray! May his bald head be honour'd for ever, for ever, for ever! Like Cæfar fo bold, he will not be controul'd, Which is due of course unto brave Sammy House, For his head fhall be crown'd like a Cæfar, a Cæfar, a Cæfar. 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! 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. S ON G. * BILLY'S TOO YOUNG TO DRIVE US. IF life's a rough journey as moralifts tell, 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, 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, And watch ev'ry turn of the politic wheel- The car of Britannia we all muft allow, -e, Then while through this whirlabout, &c. &c. Then while through this whirlabout, &c. &c. The The fquires, whofe reafon ne'er reaches a span, In the ftate he's a bit of a tool, Sir; And fits at the helm, while its turn'd by the touch Then while through this whirlabout, &c. &c. Tho' reafon united a North and a Fox, The world of this junction complain, Sir; That, pleas'd, we might hear a young puppet harangue, Then while through this whirlabout, &c. &c. 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, 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. Deign to accept the homage due, To fend us one to guard our laws. 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 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 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. COME chear up, my lads, 'tis to Freedom we steer; No more fhall they fend vile dependents on Court, To our caufe ever steady; Huzza! we'll elect him again, and again. Since first we adopted THE FOX as our choice, Nor ftruggling, nor anxious for power, or place; Our A NEW SO N G, 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, To FOX and to Freedom we give our fupport, When their caufe is attack'd by the pow'r of the Court, |