A BALLAD
ON
Lord PELHAM'S Birth-Day, July 24,1714.
To the Tune of, London is a fine Town, etc.
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I.
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COME bring the Liquor hither,
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And Matt. raise up thy Voice:
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Lord Pelham's One and Twenty,
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And therefore we'll Rejoice.
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In One and Twenty Bumpers
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Then let his Health go round;
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Here's One and Twenty Verses
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Worth One and Twenty Pound.
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O all ye Sussex Freeholders
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Come listen to my Story,
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of a Gallant Whig Lord,
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I Scorn to Sing a Tory.
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II.
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Next Year into the House he'll come,
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For to assist the State;
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And there he'll Talk more than them All:
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Good Lord how he'll Debate!
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For he, you know, has Wit at will,
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And Tongue that glib will run;
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And he's Wise enough for Fifty,
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Tho' he's but Twenty one.
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O all ye Sussex Freeholders
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Come listen to my Story;
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of a Gallant Whig Lord,
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I'll never Sing a Tory.
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III.
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This Lord most bountifully gives
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To all, both Drink and Food;
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And knows no use of Plenty,
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But to do others good.
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Then merrily let's Drink about,
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And empty this here Bowl;
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Altho' he has a great Estate,
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He has a greater Soul
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O all yeSussex Freeholders
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Then listen to my Story;
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And drink to this brave Whig Lord,
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Ne'er Sampled by a Tory.
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IV.
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This Day Six thousand Stomachs good
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With him did kindly Dine;
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And every Man had on his Plate
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Of Beef a stately Chine.
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A roasted Oxe besides there was,
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Of great and goodly Mien:
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A Tun of Pudding in his Guts:
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Pray God preserve the Queen.
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O all ye Sussex Freeholders
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Then listen to my Story;
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Lord Pelham is a Whig Lord,
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There's no such Lord a Tory.
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V.
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To the fair Shire of Nottingham
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When as this Lord shall come,
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He'll raise the Trained Bands around
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Without the beat of Drum.
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In Noble Sherwood Forrest
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Such a Racket we shall have,
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That Robin Hood, to see this Lord,
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Will bounce out of his Grave.
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Then all ye Northern Free-holders
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Come hearken to my Story,
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And Vote for this brave Whig Lord,
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Who'll live like Tory Rory.
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VI.
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In Haughton Park, of old Renown,
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A stately House he'll build;
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With a Hall as big as Pauls,
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And often better fill'd
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A Score of Tables there shall stand,
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And all both broad and long;
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And Rumps of Beef shall enter, with
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A Bag-pipe and a Song.
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Then all his jolly Tenants
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Come listen to my Story;
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And sit you down, and eat and drink
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Of all that comes before ye.
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VII.
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Take every Man his Glass then,
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And raise his Jolly Voice,
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Lord Pelham's One and Twenty,
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And therefore we'll rejoice.
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In One and twenty Bumpers
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Then let his Health go round;
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Here's One and twenty Verses
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Worth One and twenty Pound.
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Then all ye Northern Freeholders
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Come listen to my Story;
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And Honour this same Whig Lord,
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You ne'er saw such a Tory.
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VIII.
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All Happiness attend him,
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Long Life for to enjoy;
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A pretty Lady by his side,
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And every Year a Boy.
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Then may he live a Hundred Years,
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If he wou'd live so long;
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And when he's Dead, I have taken care
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He shall live in this Song.
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O all ye British Freeholders
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Come listen to my Story;
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of a Gallant Whig Lord,
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My A------se upon a Tory.
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