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LIBERTY - HALL.
TUNE." VERRY DOWN."
LD Homer! but with him what have we to do?
What are Grecians, or Trojans, to me or to you? Such Heathenish Heroes no more I'll invoke, Choice Spirits assist me, attend Hearts of Oak.
Sweet Peace, beloy'd handmaid of Science and Art,
That fine British building by Alfred was fram'd,
This Manor our forefathers bought with their blood, And their sons, and their sons sons, have prov'd the
deeds good; By that title we live, with that title we'll fall, For Life is not Life out of Liberty-Hall.
In mantle of honour, each star-spangled fold, Playing bright in the sun-shine, the burnish of gold, Truth beams on her breast; see, at Loyalty's call, The Genius of England in Liberty-Hall.
Ye sweet smelling Courtlings of ribband and lace,
But when Revolution had settl’d the crown,
On vere is des All-Monsieur wants to know, 'Tis neither at Marli, Versailles, Fontainbleau : 'Tis a palace of no mortal architect's art, For LIBERTY-HALL is an ENGLISHMAN'S HEART.
NE eve from Whist Table Amelia withdrew,
Join'd our Group, and she begg'd we'd explain Why year after year, by Wit's common-place Crew,
We are told Life's so short and so vain. With a Look that spoke more than all Cicero said, To me flew her order I bow'd, and obey'd.
“Our Sex, my fair Curious, are Vanity's fools,
« On bubbles of Self-love we soar; However a patron may pension his tools,
Dependency dodges for more. “ The Gross of Mankind are such near-sighted elves, “ As Trash they behold all the World, but them
“ Illib'ral Ingratitude always will scold,
" Expectancy's ever in pain; “ Abuse gives her tongue, and you need not be told,
“ The most worthless are always most vain. "Like pure silent streams, Merit keeps in its place, " Approach Dunce's torrent, Froth flies in your face, "When you bless the day, with your figure and face,
“ Insensibles seem to admire; " By love's Electricities-- Beauty and Grace,
“ Ev'n Dullness is struck with desire. “ Life's not worth without you, one half day's ex
pence, " 'Tis a world without Sun, and a Soul without
"O! wou'd ye, Ineffables, wou'd you endure,
“ To bestow upon Man a new birth; “ Your Forms are Specifics to furnish the cure,
" And eradicate Folly from Earth. "To
you, as our Sovereign, we offer our Hearts, " And only are happy when you take our parts.”
OUNGLINGS fond of Female Chaces,
Mount on Hopes in Wedlock's Races, Some for Fortune, some for Faces.
Doodle, doodle, doo, &c.
Oh! th' extatic joys which flow, Sir,
congenial glow, Sir, This above, and that below, Sir.
Each’gainst each, like Wrestlers, twining.
When imparadis’d they're pairing,
Fainting, panting-pulses thrilling
Fain the Fair wou'd fondly dally,
This indeed too often the case is,
All the work they make with wooings,
Falling back, then falling to, Sir,
Doodle, doodle, doo, &c.?
THAT Living'sa Joke, Johnny Gay has express'd,
, In earnest we'll make all we can of the Jest ;
Loll de roll, 63c. A load of conceits, a long life we are lugging, Which some are Humbugg’d by, and some are Humbugging.
Fal de roll, &c.
His Honour with consequence charges his face,
His Grace; Then whispers his friend, Sir, depend on my Word, But if you depend, you're Humbugg’d by the Lord,