Yes, yes, 'in truth, for when 'twas dark,
A light I spy'd, and bless'd the mark ;-
I hemm'd, and quick the casement op'd
How leap'd my heart, my search was stopp'd.
And, that was much to me.
"Hist, (cries my fair one) softly creep,
"The old folks are both fast asleep,
"Lord! how our House-dog makes a din!
"But I'll steal down, and let you in."
Now, what do you think of me?
When safe we met, few words were said,
For fear by voice to be betray'd:
So what was done I will not say,
'Twas Love look'd on, and bid us play.
But, what is that to thee?
Love's raptur'd Rites are secret Joys,
Profan'd by Sots and babbling Boys;
But we initiates never boast,
Fidelity's our general Toast.
Here's that my Friend to thee.
THE DAMN'D HONEST FELLOW.
"Old Woman at Grimstone."
Sa Choice-Spirit bred so I'll choisely behave,
My Bucks I'm damn'd honest and free;
As to Rules, they're for Fools; I'll be nobody's slave;
The Minister must do for me.
If he does not, nor cannot, for that's all the same,
But leaves me to sink or to swim;
If he won't do for me when I send in my name,
Why, damme then, I'll do for him.
If GEORGE did but tip me a Place, or a Post,
If I didn't clear all, I'll be curst.
I'll take care that nothing shall never be lost,
Of myself tho', I'll take care the first.
The Government's Tools to a Man I wou'd shift,
Corruption's the Nation's disgrace;
The Treasury's Lord, why I'll turn him adrift,
And whip myself plump in his place.
The National Debt I'll wet-spunge it away,
The Sinking Fund that I wou'd drown;
And when we bold Britons have nothing to pay,
Why then all our money's our own.
As to Scotchmen, I'll scotch them all off, never fear,
They are Jacobites all to a man;
Pray tell me what business have such fellows here? I'm a Briton, and hate ev'ry Clan.
They have nothing to do with our Meat and our Drink,
grant you they're clever, but still
We're ten times as clever, if we wou'd but think,
And one time or other we will.
Like Foxes I'll hunt Presbyterians to Church,
For zounds we'll be all orthodox;
The Subsidy Princes I'll leave in the lurch,
And stockjobbers set in the stocks.
Yes, yes, 'in truth, for when 'twas dark,
A light I spy'd, and bless'd the mark ;—
I hemm'd, and quick the casement op'd
How leap'd my heart, my search was stopp'd.
And, that was much to me.
Hist, (cries my fair one) softly creep, "The old folks are both fast asleep,
Lord! how our House-dog makes a din! "But I'll steal down, and let you in."
Now, what do you think of me?
When safe we met, few words were said,
For fear by voice to be betray'd:
So what was done I will not say,
'Twas Love look'd on, and bid us play.
But, what is that to thee?
Love's raptur'd Rites are secret Joys,
Profan'd by Sots and babbling Boys;
But we initiates never boast,
Fidelity's our general Toast.
Here's that my Friend to thee.
If he does not, nor cannot, for that's all the same,
But leaves me to sink or to swim ;
If he won't do for me when I send in my name,
Why, damme then, I'll do for him.
If GEORGE did but tip me a Place, or a Post,
If I didn't clear all, I'll be curst.
I'll take care that nothing shall never be lost,
Of myself tho', I'll take care the first.
The Government's Tools to a Man I wou'd shift,
Corruption's the Nation's disgrace;
The Treasury's Lord, why I'll turn him adrift,
And whip myself plump in his place.
The National Debt I'll wet-spunge it away,
The Sinking Fund that I wou'd drown;
And when we bold Britons have nothing to pay,
Why then all our money's our own.
As to Scotchmen, I'll scotch them all off, never fear
They are Jacobites all to a man;
Pray tell me what business have such fellows here
I'm a Briton, and hate ev'ry Clan.
They have nothing to do with our Meat and our Drink
I grant you they're clever, but still
My Friends I'll provide for, and thus I'll begin ;-
Arch-Bishop of York shall make room,-
His Pulpit I've promis'd to my Whipper-in,
And Lord Chancellor's Seat to my Groom.
My Grand Buck at Drinking shall Admiral be;
I've Judgement in all I design :-
He surely must prove best Commander at Sea
Who's best at an Ocean of Wine.
Now as to Land-service, Excise I'll disband,
And I'll banish the Watch from the street;
Betwixt York and Lunnon no Turnpikes shall stand,
And I'll burn the King's Bench and the Fleet.
Asto Smugglers, why curse on theCustom-house Tribe,
Of Placemen, I'll soon make an end;
I'll hang the first fellow I find take a bribe.
Except 'twas a Buck,-and my Friend.
So now for a Toast-stay-what Toast shall we have?
Why LIBERTY— -can we say more.-
And he who won't pledge it I'm sure is a Slave,
And a Slave is a Son of a Whore.
A Wife to be sure! that's the fashion in Town,
And fashion for Wives to make free;
But I won't be humm'd, I'll have none of my own,
What Friends have will always serve me.
So here's to that Girl who will give one a share,
But as for those Jilts who deny,
So cursedly coy, tho' they've so much to spare-
But drink, Brother Bucks, for I'm dry.
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