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   A NEW SONG on the

 Defeat of the Americans.

BOLD Britons attend to my ſtory,
I am neither a Whig nor a Tory,
In mobbing I never did glory,
Attend to the truth I ſhall tell;
Montgomery of late was uncivil,
He ſwore by his maſter, the Devil,
And by every thing that was evil.

He would dine in Quebec or in Hell.
Brave Carleton at Quebec commanding,
Montgomery's views underſtanding,
In order to welcome his landing,

All due preparations had made ;
Inſtead of plumb pudding and what not,
Double headed, round langren, and grape ſhot,
Bombs, howets, and royals were ſoon got,

And a delicate table was laid.
Some hundreds came there uninvited,
And reſolved not to ſlighted,
And with Montgomery united,

We having proviſions for all ;
A thirteen inch pudding we firſt ſent
Merely by way of compliment,
To ſhew it was our general's intent

To treat them with powder and ball.
The thirty firſt day of December,
A day I ſhall always remember             
Far more than the fifth of November,

Though that's a remarkable day,
There's Montgomery and all his damn'd crew, sir,
Morgan and MacPhearſon too, ſir,
As damned rebels as ever you knew, ſir,

Got ready and march'd on their way.
in three diviſions they formed,
And thought our ſtrong walls to have ſtormed,
But Quebec ſoon was alarmed,

And flew to their ſtations in haſte:
Our tarts and mince pies ſo inviting,
Our red and white wine ſo delighting,
Encpurag'd theſe rebels in fighting,

Reſolved our cheer for to taſte.
But I forget for to write, ſir,
The conſequence of that night, ſir,
For during the terrible fight, ſir,

Montgomery their leader he fell:
He ſcorned to break his word, ſir,
IN ſpight of muſket or ſword, ſir,
He ſwore by the Devil, his Lord, ſir,

He would dine in Quebec or in Hell.
For all the enemies ſwarmed,
Our officers were not alarmed,
Ruſh'd in and the villains diſarmed:

How terrible fooliſh they look,
Lamenting their woful condition,
Some lame and ſome wanting phyſician!
And we laugh'd at their brave expedition,
Eighteen hundred priſoners we took,

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   The French Prophet; or, a

   New Touch on the Times.

I Am an old Prophet, and newly come over,
To tell you the Truth I was born in France,
Laſt Monday was Se'nnight I landed at Dover,
The Truth is the Truth, and it is no Romance ;
Then cheer up your Hearts, and your Spirits raiſe,
And remember the Nation is now in its Prime;
Then let us be jolly, and drown Melancholy,
I warrant, brave Boys, we have Golden Times.
When the Name of a Cuckold is quire forgot,
And Whear ſhall be ſold for a Groat the Coomb,
When Drunkards forget to handle their Pot,
And the City of London is joined to Rome ;
When Vintners neglect to uſe their Chalk,
And Poets forget to make their Rhymes,         
When Pimps are all rotten, and Whoring forgotten,
I'll warrant, &c.

When Conſcience is prized more than Gold,
And the Tower of London runs upon Wheels,
When fractious Old Women forget to ſcold,
And the Monument has a fine Ring of Bells ;
When Norwich Cattle gees to Chriſt Church
And all for to hear St. Peter's Chimes,
When Lovers leave lying, and Birds leave off flying,
I'll warrant, &c.

When Cucumbers grow upon Sycamore Trees,
And Knavery is turn'd out of Doors,
When a Miſs of the Town refuſes a Crown,
And Swearing and lying are uſed no more;
When a Quack does come to viſit the Poor,
And the People of England are all of one Mind;
When Pigs leave off Grunting, & Cats ride a Hunting,
I'll warrant, &c.

When Envy and Malice are quite laid aſide,
And Honcity loved by Rich and Poor,
When Charity's prized more than Pride,
And Millers forget to take Toll any more;
When Sailors refuſe to take their Pay,
And the Rich to the Poor grow loving and kind,
When Women leave Warning, and Cows go Fiſhing,
I'll warrant, &c.

When Maidens chuſe a ſingle Life,
And will not be married at Twenty Years,
When Eels have got Legs like Shoemakers Pegs,
And Willow Trees bear Warden Pears ;
When Sugar and Salt are bath of a Taſte,
And Miſers become both free and kind.
And Candlemas falls on the Eleventh of May,
I'll warrant, &c.

When Houſes are with Pancakes tiled.
And Vinegar runs like Water Springs,
When Mankind are all of one Mind,
And England's content with a Queen or a King!
When Cocks ride out in Boots and Spurs,
And Mackerel are catched without Net or Line,
When Cheats of the Nation are quite out of Fashion,
I'll warrant, &c.

When Paul's Church goes for a Man of War,
Man'd with Old Women to fight for the Nation,
When Bakers forget to gripe the Poor,
And Whoring is clearly out of Faſhion ;
When Beaus they do a Hunting ride,
And Winter is paſt without Froſt or Rhime,
Theſe Things they may be, but few will them fae,
Until the Devil is grown lame and blind.