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N'OTES. 275
Whilst other knights, who fear to face
Like dangers, dwindle in disgrace.
Next to the knight there rode a true-
Blue cobbling Protestant St Hugh,
So call'd, because that saint is made
The leathern patron of his trade,
Whose wooden bones he worships more
Than God, his church, or sovereign power.
Or any thing, except his glorious
Triumphal idol so victorious,
Ador'd by all the gentle craft
That work in garrets up aloft.
As well as cobbling sots that breathe
His praises out in stalls beneath.
Next him a famous Southwark Jailor,
A trusty Whig of equal valour,
Rode, shouting to the hissing crowd,
And crying " Liberty ! " aloud,
Although, whene'er tlie laws o'ercome us,
His business is to keep it from us,
And, tyrant-like, to never grant it,
Unless we pay for't when we want it.
So rebels, that inflame a nation,
Whene'er they rise, cry " Reformation ! "
But if they bring their betters under.
Their whole religion ends in plunder.
Amidst this pompous cavalcade,
The Doctor, on his spotted jade,
Not only made the greatest jest.
But the best show of all the rest ;
Spurring into his horse new vigour.
That both might make the better figure ;
Attended with his Indian trump,
And pacquet bearer at his rump ;
One sounding forth the victor's fame
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