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270 NOTES.
come for all your goods.' ' Yes, damn ye !' answered a fellow
in the crowd, ' and for all our chattels too, I think.' "
Of these gibes and lampoons our own countrymen have had
apparently their full share ; and no one need doubt, after this
account of honest Horace's, who is meant by the black sow. One
cannot help being amused, even at this distance of time, by his
majesty's taste in beauty and accomplishments. The following
mad rant, called Petticoat's Loose, must likewise have been
made on these celebrated beauties. Feddy^ is Prince Frederick ;
Bohin, Sir Robert Walpole ; Killy, Madame Kilmansegge ; and
Kenny, the Duchess of Kendal.
It's Hanover, Hanover, fast as you can over,
Hey gudeman, away gudeman ;
It's Hanover, Hanover, fast as you can over,
Bide na here till day gudeman.
For there is a harper down i' the north,
Has play'd a spring on the banks o' Forth,
And aye the owre-word o' the tune
Is, Away gudeman, away gudeman.
It's Hanover, Hanover, &c.
It's Feddy maun strap, and Robin maun string,
And Killy may wince, and fidge, and fling,
For Kenny has loos'd her petticoat-string,
Gae tie 't again, gae tie 't again.
It's Hanover, Hanover, &c.
Kenny my kitten, come draw your mitten,
And dinna be lang, and dinna be lang :
For petticoat's loose, and barrie's slitten,
And a's gane wrang, and a's gane wrang.
It's Hanover, Hanover, &c.

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