A GENUINE
COPY
Of two Excellent
COURT BALLADS
DEDICATED
To the Right Honourable Sir Robert Walpole.
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Admiral VERNONs Resolution.
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TUNE--Pritty Polly, says.
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PRithy Robin say, make no more delay
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Why you seek this N-- decay,
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By giving P-- B--,
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It is our Right, for it well Fight;
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And you are B--te,
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They shall find we will be Master,
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Perhaps you think your Head so long, etc.
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Yet we see you do us wrong.
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Robin tell why, it is thus you deny,
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To give Account of the Supply,
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You had from P-- B--,
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It is said come oer, thousands store;
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And still we are Poor,
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I doubt youve gave it your --
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Ch--e and P-- B--, etc.
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If so we are all undone.
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Pray make it plain appear from 500l. Year
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I think you ought to show most clear,
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How you got this Treasure,
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It is thought you, have not been true;
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With your Crew,
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You have trickd us out of Measure,
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We daily to see you fall, etc.
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We hate you one and all.
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How can we then commend that is not Eng-
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lands Friend,
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Indeed you slily may pretend,
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And wheedle your great Master,
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But the Parliament;
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Is fully bent, by Consent,
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To defend with Hand and Heart Sir,
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And great George he will stand by, etc,
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We will make the Spaniards fly.
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We will make them know that he shall be
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Master of the Sea,
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Nor all their spanish Tyranny,
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shall make England knock under,
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We have Men will fight for the Nations right;
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Tho you are a bite,
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Perhaps you would sell your Country,
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England has tormenting Foes, etc.
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I fear you are one of those.
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so Robin I declare as there is war;
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As I rule you shall be there,
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Placd in the Line of Battle,
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To fight or die, the Reason why,
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You cannot fly,
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Where thundering Cannons rattle,
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There is no Room of biteing Gold, etc.
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P--t B-- and Ch--e shant be sold.
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ARGYLEs Advice to sir R--t W--p--e
TUNE--The King and the Miller.
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IN Days of Yore, when Statesmen wore,
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Clean Hands and honest Faces,
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No Feuds were then amongst Great Men,
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Nor striving for great Places,
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Their only Aim was lasting Fame,
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Their Virtues made them great Sir,
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But now friend BOB, tis who shall rob
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The British Church and State Sir.
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Of that good Fare, thou hadst thy share,
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And featherd well thy Nest, Sir,
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Then dont provoke the G--n Folk,
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To sacrifice the rest Sir.
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Remember this, the Rods in Piss,
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Its Lashes thou shalt feel,
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Although thy A--se was like thy Face
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Case hardend well with Steel.
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If POULTNEY fail, what will prevail,
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He hath not low to fall Sir,
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If thou art beat thoust no Retreat,
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Thy Neck must pay for all.
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Now since alas! thus stands thy Case,
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Robin look sharp about thee,
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Stow thick thy Gold, but Purse fast hold,
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Or the P--t will rout thee.
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If thou art wise thoult rub thy Eyes,
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To make thy sight most clear Sir,
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That thou mayst see whats like to be
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Abroad as well as here Sir.
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Consider well the Road to Hell,
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Is wide and free for all Sir,
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But Heavens hath narrow Gates,
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Where few can pass at all Sir.
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Therefore take Care and still beware,
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That thou art not misled Sir,
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If thou shouldst miss the way to bliss,
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Thou art D--nd when thou art dead Sir.
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See Robin pray now while you may,
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Save your Neck as well as Soul Sir,
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For you are prayd for Night and Day,
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To see your Head on Pole Sir.
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