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When Horns and Shouts the Forest rend,
His Pack the Huntsman cheers, As loud we hollow when we send
A Broadside to Mounseers.
The What's-their-names, at Uprores squall,
With music fine and soft,
All Hands, all Hands aloft !
With Gold and Silver Streamers fine
The Ladies Rigging shew,
When Prizes home we tow.
What's got at Sea we spend on Shore,
With Sweethearts, or our Wives,
And a Sailing we will go.
NGRATITUDE's crime worse than Witchcraft
is nam'd, A neglect to repay what we owe; Of such an omission we must be asham'd,
I'm asham'd such omission to shew.
Who gave to Invasion Der Ortons preserve,
But when the alarm of an Earthquake was spread,
All London seem'd running away ; Unsafe the fine Gentleman fancy'd his bed,
And tumblid out, trembling, to pray.
But each to the Temple repairs ;
Attempted to spell out their Prayers.
As Rabbits to burrows will fly ;
And blubbering,-begg'd not to dye.
And Safety stopp'd Penitent's din,
'Tis Church-Time, my Dear, we'll cut in. Before that Rebellion at Culloden fled,
Pale Terror took Towns in the South ; Laugh seem'd to want Mirth, nay, Debauch sneak'd
to Bed, And Clamour was down in the Mouth. Then Soldiers were welcom'd, as Soldiers shou'd be,
Nay, embrac'd, as the Props of the Land; And Englishmen grateful, from Prejudice free,
Shook bra' bonny Scots by the Hand. But since-may his Memory Britons
; In Peace we permit our own Soldiers to starve,
But can't bear a Scotchman should eat.
E'er Mahomet cou'd the Turk's Mission begin,
Arch Gabri'l came down as his guest; He purify'd Mecca's Professor from sin,
Extracting a Speck from his breast.
That Spot we are born with, 'tis Jealousy's Core,
Mortality's Pain and Disgrace; Pluck it out, and to hinder its hurting you more,
EMULATION apply in its place.
HOME Neighbours, Neighbours, drink about,
Have done with Party's pother,
On one side nor on t'other.
Thus Faction, ever dins, Sir ;
The Outs will at the Ins, Sir.
Oh, Common Sense! once more descend
To save this Isle from sinking;
And set her Sons to thinking!
But teach us how to read 'em,
By Privilege and Freedom.
Where's Freedom ?--point out how and wher
We have enjoy'd that Bounty ? When Magna Charta-aye, Amen,
But tell me where's her County? Why where our Property's secur’d,
Where Liberty possessing : Then, Brother Britons, be assur'd
The GAME Act is a Blessing.
Lov'd LIBERTY ! celestial Maid!
shall we address thee? You're England's Genius, it is said,
And English men possess thee.
For, nightly, tho' we toast her,
But, Faith, I fear we've lost her.
Like Hamlet's Ghost, 'Twas here! 'tis gone !
And only to be guess'd at;
Are what the winners jest at,
No more her arms we're wooing ;
Which tempt to our undoing.
Wit, Beauty, Sciences, and Arts,
Are all become dependant ;
We're Slaves, and there's an end on't.
Each fetter'd to some Folly; And, all the Liberty we know,
Is-drink! and let's be jolly.
HO' News-papers puff ev'ry Nostrum to town, ,
What Nostrum is like the Grape's Juice ?
No Beaume de vie, nor Eau de Luce.
The Beauty of Health it consumes,
And brightens our natural Blooms.
To Maredant the Scurvy submits ;
And Henry for Hysteric Fits;
Of Modish Distempers they tell us;