The Council.
[_]
To the Tune of, Jamaica.
I
Two O Toms and Nat,
In Council sat,
To rigg out a Thansgiving,
And make a Prayer,
For a thing in the Air,
That's neither Dead nor Living.
II
The Dame of East
As 'tis Express'd,
In her late quaint Epistle,
Did to our Lady,
Bequeath the Baby,
With Coral, Bells and Whistle.
III
With this intent, she to her sent
Her Gold and Diamond Bodkin,
That to conceive,
She might have leave;
And is not this an odd thing?
IV
Then a Pot of Ale,
To the Prince of Wales,
Tho some are of Opinion,
That when 'tis come out,
A Double Clout
Will cover his Dominion.
