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448 APPENDIX.
Ye whigs, &c.
As soon as he arrived, a Scotish ague took him,
And though he swallowed Jesuits' bark, good lady ! how it shook
him !
Ye whigs, &c.
The non-resisting damsels believed the omen bad,
When at first speech the baby cried, which made his council mad.
Ye whigs, &c.
But when he heard Argyle approached with army in array,
As Perkin came in like a thief, again he stole away.
Ye whigs, &c.
So there's an end of Perkin, and thus I end my lays,
With God preserve our glorious George and all his royal race.
%li$ Church Eogaltp,
Tune.—" Windsor Terrace."
Donna in qualms sent Abb her drab for ease,
And Hermodactyl knew the knack well,
Patient how to please ;
" Ah, Dame !" quoth he, " I know where lies your grief;
"lis knaves and fools, those Popish tools,
Must give your heart relief."
Soon a pack was chose, all constitution's foes,
Of quacks and squinnies, rakes and ninnies,
Green and grizled beaux ;
Straight this Gallic brood, with all the speed they could,
Tight Sunderland did first disband,
With all wise, brave, and good.
Ormond, put in for Marlborough the great,
Made us to dance a march of France,
To Ghent a base retreat.
Peace, crude and vile, by Plenipoes was made,
Gave up the gains of ten campaigns,
And all our friends betrayed :
Councils rough and raw, our constitution's awe>
When tools a dozen, choice and chosen,
Villains screen from law.
George's right they try to sap or set it by,
And to Pretender would surrender
Crown and property.