THEPEDLAR:
BEING
An Excellent New SONG.
To the Old Tune of King John, and the Abbot of Canterbury.
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I.
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YE Lads and ye Lasses that live in Great Britain,
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I'll tell you a Story, that never was writ on;
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'Tis of a F------ PEDLAR, a Pedlar I Sing,
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Sent over to bubble us, by the F---K------
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Derry down, down, hey derry down.
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II.
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His Errand, I trow, is to do a small Job,
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To make a fine Figure to dazle the Mob;
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But this let me tell him, if once his Coin fail,
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They'll Curse him and his Master, for one Pot of Ale.
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Derry down, etc.
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III.
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Give Ear then a while to a List of his Ware,
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Which, like a true Tradesman, he'll Sell you full dear;
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For by fatal Experience, we may have been taught,
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The F------ part with nothing, but what's dearly bought.
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Derry down, etc.
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IV.
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Then first he has dainty choice Burgundy Wine,
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Next, store of Rich Garments to make you look Fine;
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Thus they first make us Drunk, then our Pockets they pick,
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You confounded F---- Dogs, have you got that Whores trick?
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Derry down, etc.
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V.
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Fine cases for Tooth-picks, his Highness brought over,
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And curious wrought Tweezers just landed at Dover.
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Then Snuff-Boxes lined with the Chevalier's Face,
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That all his true Vassals may know his good Grace.
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Derry down, etc.
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VI.
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But what transports of Joy in our Eyes wou'd appear,
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Oh! Cou'd we but see the Original here?
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What crouding, what running, what riding from far?
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I mean, were his Head fix'd 'on Temple-Bar?
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Derry down, etc.
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VII.
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Next delicate Swords, all Inlaid with Gold;
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But 'tis only the Handles, as I have been told,
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For Marlborough taught 'em in Nine dismal Years,
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That true English Blades were far better than theirs.
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Derry down, etc.
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VIII.
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Then come my bold Britons, be Merry and Wise,
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And since you can beat 'em, their Offers despise:
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For shou'd we not bravely these Baubles refuse,
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Next Year they will offer us their Wooden Shoes.
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Derry down, etc.
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IX.
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O Liberty! Liberty! thou art too dear,
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For Britons to part with, through Folly or Fear.
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Then make not your Conscience a specious Pretence,
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To part with that Jewel, which is its Defence.
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Derry Down, etc.
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X.
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But drink off a Bumper to Glorious Queen ANNE,
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And he that won't Pledge it, is no Honest Man.
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Then fill up one more to the HANOVER Line,
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And a Fig for the Popish Pretender's Design.
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Derry down, etc.
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