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Liver and Lights ! from Plucks that moment drawn
Pigs' Puddings ! Black and White ! with Canterbury

Brawn !- ja ," is

Fall too, ; ;.

Ye Royal crew! '
Eat! Eạt your bellies full !: pray do!
At treats I never winces :-

The Queen shall say, ix. I; bólu i, n.

Once in a way, i menys ir bus Her maids have been well cramın'daher young ones!!

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FULL CHORUS-accompanied by the whole HOGGERY.

For this Big MORN nr.

GREAT GEORGE was born!
The tidings all the Poles shall ring!

Due homage will I pay, ..

On this, my native day,
GEORGE ! by the grace of God, my rightful King!!!!

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Hail pious Muse of saintly lovė,'' .'

Unmix'd, unstain'd with earthly dross !
Hail Muse of Methodism, above's will!,'','1 .
The Royal Mews at Charing-cross! ;

Behold both hands I raise; s.
Behold both knees I bend;: -
Behold both eye-balls gaze!. .

Quick, Muse, descend, descend !
Meek Muse of Madan, thee my soul invokes
Oh point my pious puns! oh sanctify my jokes!


Descend, and, oh! in mem'ry keep
There's a time to wake—a time to sleep
A time to laugh-a time to cry!
The Bible says so-so do I!-
Then broad awake, oh, come to me)
And thou my Eastern star shalt be!

MILLER, bard of deathless name,
Moses, wag of merry faine;
Holy, holy, holy pair,
Harken to your vot’ry's pray’r !

Grant, that like Solomon's of old,
My faith be still in Proverbs told;
Like his, let my religion be

Conundrums of divinity.
And oh! to mine, let each strong charın belong,
That breathes salacious in the wise man's song:
And thou, sweet bird, for ever dear
To each impassioned love-fraught ear, ?
Soft, luxuriant Rochester;
Descend, and ev'ry tint bestow, *,..,
That gives to phrase its ardent glow;.";
Froin thee, thy willing Hill shall learn .

Thoughts that melt, and words that burn: ". Then sınile, oh, gracious, smile on this petition !

So Solomon, gay Wilmot join’d with thee,

Shall shew the world that such a thing can be As, strange to tell !-a virtuous Coalition !

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Thou too, thou dread and awful shade
Of dear departed WILL WHITEHEAD,
Look through the blue ætherial skies,
And view me with propitious eyes !
Whether thou most delight'st to loll

On Sion's top, or near the Pole !
Bend from thy mountains, and remember still
The wants and wishes of a lesser Hill!

Then, like Elijah, fled to realms above,
To me, thy friend, bequeath my hallow'd cloak,

And by its virtue Richard may improve,
And in the habit preach, and pun, and joke!

The Lord doth give-The Lord doth take away.-

Then good Lord Salsbury attend to meBanish these sons of Belial in dismay;

And give the praise to a true Pharisee : For sure of all the scribes that Israel curst, These scribes poetic are by far thc worst. To thee, my Samson, unto thee I callExert thy jaw--and straight disperse them all So, as in former times, the Philistines shall fall!. Then as 'twas th' beginning, " S:

is .' So to th' end 'shall be 3. Hole 1 My Muse will ne'er leave singing

The Lord of SAL'SBURY!!!



Does the wind touch thee, O Harp?
Or is it some passing Ghost ?

Is is thy hand, ..
Spirit of the departed Scrutiny ? '
Bring me the harp, pride of Chatham!

Snow is on thy bosom,
Maid of the modest eye!

A song shall rise !
Every soul shall depart at the sound !!!
The wither'd thistle shall crown my head!!!

I behold thee, O King !
I behold thee sitting on mist!!!
Thy forın is like a watery cloud,

Singing in the deep like an oyster !!!!
Thy face is like the beams of the setting moon!

Thy eyes are of two decaying flames !
Thy nose is like the spear of Rollo !!!
Thy ears are like three bossy shields !!!

Strangers shall rejoice at thy chin !
The ghosts of dead Tories shall hear me

In their airy hall !
The wither'd thistle shall crown my head !

Bring me the Harp,

Son of CHATHAM !
But thou, O King! give me the Laurel !

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