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Yet I like thee, pleasant Tr---;
Though the sages of the Bench
Would not give a single stiver
For thy bridge along the river:
Though the dames of Billingsgate
Swore to duck thee soon or late;
Though the guardians of the mud
Would have swamp'd thee, ebb or flood;
Though the grisly men of coals
Rose in black fan-hatted shoals;
Though the sapient aldermen
Fought thee with ill-spelling pen;
Though the doubly sapient Mayor
Thunder'd nonsense from the chair;
Though against thee spouted Cam,
(Wolf that crush'd the bleat of L*mb;)
Sings the R*g*rs—“Classic streams,
Long may the Cam defend the Thames!”
Though Whig—Tory—Neuter Jack
Threw his burden on thy back;
Though the man of the Bazaar
On thee turn'd his stable war,
Libel, paragraph, and plate,
Showering round thy patriot pate;
Pealing vengeance in thy ear
The whole grande nation boutiquière.
Though the sages of the Bench
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For thy bridge along the river:
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Swore to duck thee soon or late;
Though the guardians of the mud
Would have swamp'd thee, ebb or flood;
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Rose in black fan-hatted shoals;
Though the sapient aldermen
Fought thee with ill-spelling pen;
Though the doubly sapient Mayor
Thunder'd nonsense from the chair;
Though against thee spouted Cam,
(Wolf that crush'd the bleat of L*mb;)
Sings the R*g*rs—“Classic streams,
Long may the Cam defend the Thames!”
Though Whig—Tory—Neuter Jack
Threw his burden on thy back;
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On thee turn'd his stable war,
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Showering round thy patriot pate;
Pealing vengeance in thy ear
The whole grande nation boutiquière.
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