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Manuscript" woald have been among them. I can only afford
to give a very few extracts from this old poem of sterling rough
humour, though I believe it is unknown in Scotland.
" But as between the cup and lip
Things unforeseen will often slip,
So death was pleas'd to interpose,
And gratify the nation's foes,
By cutting short a milder reign
Than faction e'er will find again :
For none that ever rul'd the roast,
Less ease or greater fame could boast,
None labour more for England's good,
Repaid with such ingratitude ;
Nor queen o'er any stubborn race
E'er suffer'd more or punish'd less.
But yet, no sooner was it known
That Heaven had snatched her from the throne.
But envy made her death her sport,
And seem'd well pleas'd at the report ;
Whilst the glad Whigs reform'd their faces,
And chang'd to smiles their late grimaces,
Advanc'd their stocks, cried ' Heaven bless her !'
And rung loud peals to her successor,
Who was proclaim'd, as princes ought,
W^ith wondrous joy, surpassing thought :
Which tidings flying round as fast
As winds and seas could give 'em haste,
Soon brought our slighted champion over
From foreign shelter, back to Dover ;
Then moving on in princely pomp,
Like any Noll to meet a Rump,
Till he at length to town was brought.
Hoping to be the Lord knows what ;
And how he enter'd London city,
I'll tell you in the following ditty.