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In Flat-bottoms, slily, those schemers were coasting, They threaten’d Invasion, but spite of their boasting, No ribs of Roast Beef had they; but a Rib roasting.
While good English Beef, and good English Brown
Nuns, But we still roast our Beef, for we basted the Dons.
At Minorca indeed, tho' I speak it with grief,
But at Minden, well fed, why we there fac'd about, Right and Left, Van and Rear, Foot and Horse, put
to rout ; They wou'd bein our Beef-but, avast, they were out. Toplunder our Cupboards, Francesent the Brest Fleet, We a belly-full gave them without any meat ; They then sold their Plates 'cause they'd nothing to eat,
We came, saw, and conquerd, the French Lilies
droop, Louisbourg, Montreal, Martinique, Guadaloupe, Their Towns we toss'd up, just as they swallow Soup. By the strength of our Beef we our Bulwarks maintain, As Liberty's first-born, and Lords of the Main; And those deeds are witness'd by France and by Spain.
All Knights, by their Titles, in Heraldry shine,
O the Roast Beef, &c.
THE PIPE OF LOVE.
NE Primrose Time a Maiden Brown,
Wishing for what we will not say, By side of Shepherd sat her down,
And softly ask'd him, wou'd he play? Mild shone the Sun thro’ Redstreak Morn,
And glist’ning Dew-drops pearl'd the grass; The Rustic, stretch'd beneath the thorn,
Grinning, reply'd-I'll please thee Lass.
Smiling, the fond one fell along;
While, lisping, she began this song.--“ Tis Love which gives Life holidays,
" And Love I'll always take thy part;
s6 The Ladies dress’d with silks so fine,
“ In golden chairs to visits go; " On costly dishes they can dine,
And ev'ry night see ev'ry shew. “ Yet, if 'tis true what I've heard speak,
“ Those high degrees lead lonely lives; “ Husbands are willfull, Husbands weak,
“ And seldom pipe to please their Wives.”
Blue broke the clouds, the day yet young,
The flowers fragrant fill'd the breeze; Wanton the Lass, half whisp'ring, sung,
Yes Shepherd-once more if you please. Awaking from embrac'd delight,
She heard her Dame, and dar'd not stay ; They kiss, they part, but first-at Night,
She charg'd him, come again and play.
His Team to geer, home hy'd the Loon,
The love-cheer'd Lass blithe bore her Pail, And thus she gave her ditty tune,
Tripping it deftly down the Dale. “Tho' Organ Pipes play music fine,
“ And Fountain Pipes folks run to see: “ Tho' thirsty Souls love Pipes of Wine,
“ The Pipe of Love's the Pipe for me."
that Eve In Eden was caught tripping, Arch SATAN 'twitch'd her by the sleeve,
And shew'd a Golden Pippin; Tempted by the glittring charm,
'Twas said she ill-us'd Adam, And ever since the same alarm
Bewitches Miss and MADAM.
To lock a Woman's will in;
Miss op'd her lap for filling.
What 'tis they chiefly wish for,
'Tis only Gold they fish for.
But why shou'd Women bear the blame,
When Men, both out and in, Sir, Will gamble at the Golden Game,
Nor care they how they win, Sir.
Mean mercenary dealings,
Shew selfish fellow-feelings.
Election Agents Truth disgrace,
They've made this an unsound age;
And, Pandar-like, took poundage.
In Bribes no more our trust is, But nobly independent go,
And only vote for Justice.
O Thou! from whom each Blessing springs,
Earth, Seas, and Skies Director,
Be his, be our Protector.
Awes subject slaves t'approve him,
For in our hearts we love him.
Dear Liberty, Celestial Fire,
Remain here unconsuming;
From Age to Age illuming.
This all we wish to be, boys; Let Life be short, let Life be long,
But let that Life be free, boys.