Then all fecret advifers I loudly abus'd, Through a certain young Gentleman's ear I'd infus'd The bill was thrown out; we remov'd from our quarters, But, what was ftill worfe, nay, a d-mnable thing, 1 Yet one comfort was left us, the Commons were ours; 'Twas an obfolete right, and of courfe muft be wrong. Now, in fpite of addreffes, I ftill will go on, PADDY QUINLAN's ADDRESS to CARLO KHAN. Intended as a Baffo to Captain Morris's Ballynamona Oro. Sent from Cork its ownfelf, dated Patrick's Day in the Morning. Dear Car, Tune Larry Grogan. IS it true What I've long heard of you, "The Man of the People" they call you, they call you! How comes it to pafs They're now grown fo rash, At the critical moment to leave you, to leave you? Oh! that curs'd India Bill, Arrah why not be ftill, Enjoy a tight place and be civil, be civil; Had you carried it through, Ough! that would just do, Then their charters we'd pitch to the Devil, the Devil. But Carlo, my Honey, If you please, we'll be funny; Many tricks (don't we know?) you have play'd 'em, have play'd'em; With Refolve and Addrefs, Because not in the mess, Poor Billy, 'twas done for to plague 'im, to plague 'im: 3 H 2 "Fair Fair and equal," 'tis true, With Prerogative too, You've bugbear'd the Houfe that you speak in, you speak in; With Sam House to a man, Never mind! tho' the Devil fhould take 'em, fhould take 'em. To your caufe! which they pitch to the Devil, the Devil. How fuddenly chang'd was your Noftrum, your Noftrum: SAYS F-tk to F-x, "Oh how can we ate! The DEVIL take the Hindmoft. WITH a borough before, and a bailiff behind, Then fcamper, ye bankrupts in fame and in purse, The NEW COALITION: Or, The FOX who had loft his TAIL, And the Vermin turn'd out of his Borough. Set to the Jew's Harp. To the tune of-A Cobler there was, &c. SAYS Fox to old Ver-min, to avoid repetition Of a favourite topic, I mean Coalition, Here's my hand once for all, and I'll fully explain Why North and I join'd, and why you'll join us twain. In public, North tax'd with treafon and cheat; He faid, tho' of honefty much I did lack, The Great Seal is made of filver, and weighs about 61b. I replied, I replied, he did lofe half our empire and trade; I fhow'd that his lofs by his folly was made; I fhow'd 'twas his fcheme too, thefe realms to enslave; So left it in doubt-if moft fool, or most knave. Derry down, &c. That himself he'd enrich'd, tho' the nation made poor; Had his Cinque Ports, his penfion, his ribband, and whore; So Buthy Park gave her-then left it for life. Derry down, &c. Now all muft obferve, (for all do agree A Temple to Charles faid (the Second) too rude, My character known, it induc'd the good North, Derry down, &c. Pharo-dealer, ftock-jobber, can never be stranger, For the India Bill vote, you cannot but chufe, Derry down, &c. Says good old Lord Ver-min, your reasoning is strong, Take my hand and I'm your's, and the devil's-but tell Poor Ver-min his borough ha'n loft, may ftill find, So Ver-min and Fox got in the fame hole, And And the first thing they can do to honour their worth No Ver-min we'll have in our Buckingham county, The FOX'S Derry down, &c. PROGRESS WHEN firft young Reynard came from France, The courtly dames among; He left the fair, and took to dice, In politics he could not fail; So fet about it tooth and nail; But here again his ftars prevail, Nor long the meteor fhone. His friends, if such deserve the name, CARLO KHAN's Anfwer to PADDY QUINLAN's Addrifs. Dear Paddy, Tune-Larry Grogan. 'TIS true, I've reason to rue, That "The Man of the People," they dub'd me, they dub'd me; Don't you think it was cruel, In you, my dear jewel, To mention the thing that fo drub'd me, fo drub'd me; A tight |