III. You too, HASTINGS, know your trade! Slitting windpipes night and day: Governors will have their way; K K To the Tune of " A COBLER THERE Was," &c. YE boobies of Britain, who lately thought fit The care of the state to a child to commit, Pray how do you like your young Minister's budget? Should he take your last farthing, you never can grudge it, Derry down, &c. A tax on your heads! there'd be justice in that; So let every ENGLISHMAN throw up his beaver, Derry down, &c. Not being much favour'd with female applauses, Derry down, &c. How oft has he told us his views were upright! JOHN BULL'S house is tax'd, so he plays him a trick, ́ Thus JOHN for his dwelling is forc'd to pay twice, What little we may have by industry made, The Callico-printers may beg if they please, As dry as a sponge he their cotton will squeeze; With their tears let them print their own linens, cries he, But they never shall make an impression on me. Derry down, &c. The crazy old hackney-coach, almost broke down, Derry down, &c. The tax upon horses may not be severe, But his scheme for collecting it seems very queer; A tax on a horse by a stamp on a bridle! Derry down, &c, The tax upon sportsmen I hold to be right, But, alas! it is light for this palpable cause, That sportsmen themselves are the makers of laws! Derry down, &c. He fain would have meddled with coals, but I wot Then last, that our murmurs may teaze him the less, But now it is time I should finish my song, .Derry down, &c. ་ EPIGRAM. WHILE BURKE, in strains pathetic, paints Cries HASTINGS, I admit their worth, ANOTHER. MAJOR SCOTT's Defence of the ROHILLA MASSACRE. So poor ROHILLAS overthrown, That HASTINGs has no mercy shown For half are still alive. BENARES, the MECCA of HINDOSTAN. |