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Let us scorn to be bias'd by party or pelf,
Derry down, &c.
Derry down, &c. Letno low-minded motives your principles shake, But weigh the case well, for your safety's at stake. For him that has honour and truth for his plan Give your voices, my boys! and it's Shaftoe's the Derry down, &c.
LET the half-famish'd poet find fault with good
cheer, And, forced to drink water,despise our brown beer: That there's truth in full bumpers it can't be denied; Then toss off your glasses-letTruth be your guide.
Derry down, &c. Poor Lewis the Little full fatally knows That beef gives us courage to batter our foes; And the Sirloin, now knighted, that smokes on the
board, May in times of preferment be titled my Lord.
Derry down, &c. Let the scribblers exclaim—they're a finical tribe! May not we, like our betters, sometimes take a If cash does not circulate properly-trade Grows lazy, and lags like a founder'd old jade.
Derry down, &c. But to banter no longer–Our candidates seem Men of honour, of worth, and of public esteem: It were well for Dame Britain, her freedom and
laws, If such, and such only e’er handled her cause.
Derry down, &c. Let their free open spirits be right understood, Their contest is meant for their countrymen's good: When danger alarms us or glory 'commands, Our lives and our honours are safe in such hands.
Derry down, &c. That they both have their merits,it must be allow'd; But, sons of cool Reason! step forth from the
crowd; If weighty experience can balance the day, Give your voices,my boys! 'tis for Shaftoe. Huzza!
Derry down, &c.
In gay profusion runs,
Harangued his freeborn sons:
Revered in gothic pride,
Expands on every side,
Distinguish'd in bright honour's train,
The noble heart that truth refines
(With conscious worth replete) More useful than Peruvian mines,
Adds virtues to the state ;
Confirm, my sons ! confirm my choice,
And call my favourites forth,
And merit stamps their worth.
Applause like lightning ran; Conviction fired each glowing heart,
And catch'd from man to man: Loud echoes fill'd the gladdening plain With • Shaftoe live!- live, generous Vane!
He that Love hath never tried,
THREE PART CATCH... THE TOAST.
THREE PART CATCH. 'Tis in view (the rich blessing kind nature be
conquer our sorrows, or lighten the load) A full flask!- the rich nectar this bottle contains In a flood of fresh rapture shall roll through our
veins. Let it bleed—and, carousing this liquor divine, Sing a hymn to the god that first cultured the vine.
Give the toast-my good fellow, be jovial and gay,
your full bowls;
[down, Let him live-long and happy, see Lewis brought And taste all the comforts, no cares of a crown.
FORTUNE TO HARLEQUIN.
IN A PANTOMIME.
From my favour, sense rejected,
LOVE AND CHASTITY.
A Cantata. FROM the high mount", whence sacred groves Diana and her virgin troop descend; [depend, And while the buskin'd maids with active care The business of the daily chase prepare, A favourite nymph steps forward from the throng, And thus, exulting, swells the jocund song• Jolly Health springs aloft at the loud sounding
Unlock'd from soft Slumber's embrace; [horn, And Joy sings a hymn to salute the sweet morn,
That smiles on the nymphs of the chase:
1 A hat.
? A sword.
3 Mount Laimos.