Peg Trim Tram in the Suds, Or, No French
Strolers. A NEW BALLAD.
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I Sing you a Song, of a right noble -----,
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Whose Name must, forever, stand FOOL on Record;
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Who, losing a Seat, by accepting a Place,
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SUBSCRIB'D to French Strolers, so fell in Disgrace,
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Derry Down, Down, Down Derry, Down.
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This right noble -----, when elected before,
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To preserve Us, in our ev'ry Privilege, swore;
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How well he maintain'd Them, will quickly appear,
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Deduc'd from right Reason, unaided by Sneer,
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Derry Down, etc.
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Got Snug in the H--se, He exerted his Zeal,
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Not for his Constituents, or the Common-Weal;
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But to serve his own Ends, and aid Gentleman HARRY,
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Lest His glorious Views, for our Good, thou'd miscarry,
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Derry Down, etc.
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Have you heard a pert Parrot, cry Quaker a quer, ---
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A Cup of good Sack, --- pretty Poll, -- Saucy C
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You've then heard this ----, to great HARRY reply,
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And eccho, Yes, No, No, Yes: any Thing cry,
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Derry Down, etc.
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Have you seen a young Puppy, leap over a Stick,
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Fetch, carry, yelp, fawn, and learn every fond Trick;
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Then you've seen this sleek ----ling, on HARRY attend,
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And, aw'd by his Nod, most obsequiously bend,
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Derry Down, etc.
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To reward such bright Parts, and so ductile a Mind,
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The Dispenser of PLACES, was strongly inclin'd;
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When deeply reflecting, what he cou'd afford,
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He fix'd him, (slap dash!l) at the Admi--r--ty Board,
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Derry Down, etc.
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This little ---- conscious, that He had no Right,
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To a Post which requir'd, not to Fiddle, but Fight;
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Resolv'd that, for once, He'd assume martial Airs,
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And in the Haym---k---t, protect the F---H PLAYERS,
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Derry Down, etc.
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He flew, he appear'd, and he heard a strange Roar;
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The like had ne'er tickled his soft Ears before:
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Then to set an Example, to future Protectors,
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He drew forth his TILTER, --- and at his ELECTORS,
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Derry Down, etc.
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Shock'd at this rough Treatment, in Print They demand,
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Why, 'gainst his best Friends, he thus lifted his Hand;
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His Answer was full, of mean Equivocation,
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Which made him the Jest, and Contempt, of the Nation,
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Derry Down, etc.
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Ye ELECTORS, Who hate all the French Stroling-Clan,
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If you love yourselves, chuse not the MINISTER'S MAN,
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But give all your Votes, to the Man of the KING,
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Sir GEORGE VANDEPUT'S He; -- and GEORGE we will Sing.
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Derry Down, etc.
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