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NOTES. 249
Grod bless all kings and queens, though now
The best coat-cards (the Lord knows how)
At this preposterous game,
Are like all to commanded be,
And trump'd with all their royalty,
By every knavish pam.
So Hewson blind, though he be dead,
Alive, was by blind fortune led,
And still did winning go ;
And ever since, we find that he
Sweeps all with his effigie,
The great Paraphilio.
Now trays and deuces, which were deem'd
The basest cards, are now esteem'd
Prime ones, to win the day.
All ye that wish to gain the prize,
Both kings and queens you must despise,
And honours throw away.
Thus the best cards are now the worst.
And what was last's become the first :
No wonder, now-a-days,
The nation topsy-turvy lies,
And, as 'twere pleas'd with contraries,
At losing- load- 'em plays.
SONG XLII.
£tueen Ulnne ; or, t\)z IJlulD (I5ra^j^are.
This is another allegorical song of the same period. The poetry
js wretched, and it is a pity it should be so, for the allegory is
excellent, and well supported throughout. By the " twa mares
on the hill " is meant Ireland and Wales, and by the " ane into
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