onour'd they yield to a fate
That justly awaits the entitled ingrate.
Scarce the delicate business had pass'd a short day,
Ere my lord and my lady took themselves away
From England's old comforts and England's lov'd shore;
For they dare not by Britons be seen any more.
The hired Italians' could tell if they please,
They liv'y by base lucre many years at their ease.
They were fed for a purpose each Briton well know;
Yet Perjury's efforts late met a death blow;
So effectual, I hope, she will ne'er try again,
To injure the just, or to give any pain.
To the innocent bosom unsconscious of blame--
A very late trial brought on Briton's shame.
I mean to such Britons who try'd to run down,
Our much injured Queen, late depriv'd of the crown;
For reasons too plain, and known very well:
I dare say, the court at St. James's can tell.
May the time soon approach that each freeman can say,
My rights as a freeman I'll not throw away;
For I find that the great ones so impoverish the nation,
It is time they are taken away from their station;
They at present so manage, to our sorrow and grief:
They feed us with hopes, yet with-hold us relief;
A reform in all matters, and not things by halves,
For England is pawn'd while she fattens her calves;
The good funded system will plain show you how
They can raise a supply, tho' it injure the plough.
To such a degree that it must remain still;
What matters to them so there's grist in the mill
'Tis just like a merchant on a dull market day,
That will purchase your corn tho' he can't for it pay;
Except he resort to a mortgaging plan,
Which is certain at all times to ruin the man;
Then a bankruptcy follows and nothing to pay,
For extravagance makes all his assets away.
Such is the case you may clear understand:
They first tax the nation and then pawn the land;
Till the farmer no longer his rental can pay,
For parsons take half of his income away:
At times like the present how much is he blest,
When Georgie steps in and he takes the rest;
For the good of the state, for the good of us all,
They have plenty of soldiers we know at their call.
To be sure they look handsome at a review:
The question to us is, wouldn't half of them do?
But what would become of commanders I say;
Were the army dismiss'd and to live on half pay.
Why the son of a lord or a coun