A NEW BALLAD upon the Land-Bank: Or, Credit Restored.
To the Tune of All for Love and no Money.
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WOuld any Man of common sense
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Grudge to spend his Eighteen pence,
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At the Rose in Covent-Garden,
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(Where Nick Spalden was Church-Warden)
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To see a Mountebank show Tricts,
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With Tom Speed's Notes and Hasle-sticks.
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He'll turn your Money into Wood,
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Then make an Act that 'tis as good
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Within six pounds as 'twas before:
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But why just six pounds, and no more
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Nor less? why (Z------ds and Bl------d!)
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Cause this came first into his Head,
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Or else Seven, Nine, or Eight,
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Or Cinque or Quater had been the Rate.
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Then see him send this Talley
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With Tom Speed's Note to Grocers-Alley,
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(For Sons of Women never married
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To place of Birth (by Law) are carried)
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Where you shall see this 94
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Shrink to 50 in an hour.
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Grocers-Hall brings all to Par,
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Here first and last all equal are:
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Grocers-Hall is a Level,
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Where little C------per will sell as well
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As tall and trusty Sir J------n E------well.
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Whatever Taylors throw in Hell,
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Serves to make or mend, or sell
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For Cucumbers or Cabbage;
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So riffle, raffle, Chepuer-Baggage,
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Pro's or Con's, hic, hec, or hoc,
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Sell all alike in Common stock.
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It is not safe for Trained-Bands
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To let lye in Tradesmens hands
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(Whom we have bilkt) such Weapons,
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As Boys at Shrove-tide throw at Capons:
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These may be us'd to arm the Weavers,
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Or serve the Prentices for Cleavers.
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And if the Rabble cann't come at Sticks,
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They may take these for Cat-sticks.
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Therefore the second day of April
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Owners of Talleys at your Peril,
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Bring them into Grocers-Hall,
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Or not have them paid at all.
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Well nickt for Time! first skipt (I warrant)
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Least this should prove a foolish Errant:
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But Fools sent the first day (by Command Sir)
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Take time to the second to bring an Answer.
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So the thing is laid right in the Cum and the Quando,
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The Fools are employ'd by a Continuando.
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Then for a Reward
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To S------ck and W------rd
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For giving Talleys House-room,
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Here follows the Law
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Made by our Bashaw,
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Sprung up as quick as a Mushroom.
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You must know (forsooth)
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The whole Faith and Trorh
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Of our Mortgaged Nation,
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Was bound up in Conscience
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From granting a License,
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Or making a Creation
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Of any other Bank,
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Tho' this was a Hank
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The Law-makers never thought on:
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It's no matter for that,
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He'll shew it as pat,
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To be denyed by Not-one.
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The word THE in a Name
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By Law is the same
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As if 'twere said a Sole-Bank,
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As A. by himself A.
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Set before B.A.N.K.
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Signifies a whole Bank.
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But H------ley and F------ley
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Non-obstante this Sole
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With intent to damn the House of
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Commons, brought in
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A Bill full of Sin,
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But when 'twas past, a Deus of
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One Souz or Penny
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Of New Mill'd Money
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(Before the same was Coined)
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They brought to the 'Chequer
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But they Talk all by Letter,
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And gave their Opinions signed.
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A Pl---gue o' G---d d---m 'em
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For Sons of Moab and Ammon,
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What d' think they said to us?
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That Ten per Cent.
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Was a fair Discount:
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And what'd think they did to us?
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Not a Man to be found
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That would stand bound
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For Two-Millions and a half;
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Bulleys and Hectors,
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Poor Dogs and Projectors,
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How should they have Pelf.
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To give 40 per Cent.
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To have Money lent
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On Talleys in our own Bank,
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Is cheaper by far
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Than to have them at Par,
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By setting up a Land Bank.
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The Land Bank was part
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Of Jacobites Art,
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This I said, and so I'll have it,
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And to make it more clear,
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I did (I know where)
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Produce a Plot-Affidavit.
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For when I cast a Spell,
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And pretend to foretell
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A thing within my one reach,
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Then bring it about,
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(Which is easie to do it)
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I pass both for Statesman and Witch.
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I'll have a Law made,
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None shall set up the Trade
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To borrow or lend Money,
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But they are at Grocers-Shop,
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Who are at a Full-stop,
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And neither pay all nor any.
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And this will raise Credit,
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For they'd pay if they had it
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And what can you have more, (Sir)
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Then I'll send them Sticks,
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To give their Creditors licks,
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And beat them out of Door, (Sir)
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No Bank, nor Bank-Bills,
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Nor Paper nor Quills,
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Like theirs shall be used,
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And this will requite 'em
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(Or else we will Knight 'em)
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For having been abused.
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To give Notes for Money,
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Without paying any,
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Let any Folks else if they dare (Sir)
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To know 'em in kind,
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Before or behind,
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Is Penal as bug---ing a Mare, (Sir.)
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To draw 'em or paint 'em,
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Or follow or ape 'em,
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Shall be a Sin against the State,
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To sue 'em or strike 'em,
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Or do anything like 'em,
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Shall send you into Newgate.
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But when all this is done,
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This shan't over-run
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Our Bills on the Capitation,
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But that they may ride
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Aside or astride,
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And trot it all over the Nation.
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We've talkt with some Men,
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And we'll talk to 'em agen,
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To be our Undertakers,
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And if they won't discount 'em,
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At Ten Pounds per Centum,
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Wee'll try to sell 'em by the Hawkers.
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But the Clause of Exclusion
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Hath a plain Allusion,
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By no other Bank is only meant a Land One,
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Land is the D---l,
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From whence comes all evil,
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Twas they that fired London.
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Twas they called for Light
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A little before Night,
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To find Faults with their Fellow-members
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But we know the Plot,
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Could they Candles have got,
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They'd burnt the House to Embers.
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They hinder our Votes,
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And Soldiers New Coats,
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For the Tallies on the Salt-Act,
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For which they offer'd Ninety,
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Are now proffer'd for Fifty,
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And this is matter of Fact.
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If we don't knock 'em down,
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We can ne're hold our own,
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Cause theirs is grounded on Reason,
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But whoever talks sense
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About Credit or Pence,
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I would have hang'd for Treason.
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Therefore let Will---m L---nd
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Make the Kingdom bound
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To the Bank of England by Indenture
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To serve Apprentice,
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And fast when Lent is,
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For eleven Years adventure.
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K---g, C---ns, and L---ds,
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Shall be bound by their Words
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To stand by and defend this Wood-pile,
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With Life and Member,
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And fresh Ha[s]le Timber,
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In case the other should fail.
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I gave 'em their Lesson,
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At opening the Session,
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To ask no Questions about it,
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But do as I bid 'em,
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And Vote as I'd have them,
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The Project is mine, (if I hit i[t].)
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What a Negative Law,
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To bind up the Paw
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Of Legislative Powers (Sir)
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This is such a Jest,
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And so like the rest,
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That sure it must be yours (Sir.)
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And mark what I say,
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Stake down and Ill lay,
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A hundred pound Talley to 94 pound (Sir)
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This will do no good,
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But you're got in a Wood,
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And will run yourself aground (Sir.)
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