All the talents' garland or, A few rockets let off at a celebrated ministry. Including Elijah's mantle, the Uti Possidetis, and other poems of the same author. By eminent political characters. The third edition, greatly enlarged [by E. A. Barrett] |
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CHURCH AND KING,
AND DOWN WITH THE RUMP.
Field-marshal Broad-bottom determin'd to spring
A mine, that shou'd blow up the Church and the King;
So made ample confession, in Catholic hope;
Was absolv'd in due form, and then bless'd by the Pope.
A mine, that shou'd blow up the Church and the King;
So made ample confession, in Catholic hope;
Was absolv'd in due form, and then bless'd by the Pope.
Derry down, down, down derry down;
Down with the Rump then, and
Down derry down.
Down with the Rump then, and
Down derry down.
As the noise of the Workmen grew louder and louder,
Our valiant Old Monarch began to smell powder;
So he cried, as he drew forth his trusty Toledo,
“Let those fly, who will; Heav'n fail us if we do,”
Our valiant Old Monarch began to smell powder;
So he cried, as he drew forth his trusty Toledo,
“Let those fly, who will; Heav'n fail us if we do,”
Derry down, &c.
Friar Temple affimed, that the blast of the fire
Would blow down the walls, and demolish the spire;
And his myrmidons, during the triumph of arson,
Would carry the Chancel, and butcher the Parson.
Would blow down the walls, and demolish the spire;
And his myrmidons, during the triumph of arson,
Would carry the Chancel, and butcher the Parson.
Derry down, &c.
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Then the felons advanc'd, full of hellish design,
In close columns, and slow, to give time to the mine;
When a petulant Whelp cried, “Quick, march!” in the van,
Then 'twas De'el take the hindmost, and onwards they ran.
In close columns, and slow, to give time to the mine;
When a petulant Whelp cried, “Quick, march!” in the van,
Then 'twas De'el take the hindmost, and onwards they ran.
Derry down, &c.
Deans, Rectors, and Prelates, were all in a stew;
Buz wigs, shovel hats, and lawn sleeves, all look'd blue
When they saw the Foe charging in headlong career,
And the “Faith's firm Defender” alone knew no fear.
Buz wigs, shovel hats, and lawn sleeves, all look'd blue
When they saw the Foe charging in headlong career,
And the “Faith's firm Defender” alone knew no fear.
Derry down, &c.
Thus too soon came the Papists, urg'd on by blind fate;
But your mine, when once fir'd, for no man can wait;
Off it went with a crack, as they cross'd its direction,
And sent them to wait for the next resurrection.
But your mine, when once fir'd, for no man can wait;
Off it went with a crack, as they cross'd its direction,
And sent them to wait for the next resurrection.
Derry down, &c.
Heads, arms, legs, and trunks, flew in strange disarray,
The Rumps of the Grenvilles alone dimm'd the day;
When the Baron's, the height of the firmament won,
Herschel swore to a total Eclipse of the sun.
The Rumps of the Grenvilles alone dimm'd the day;
When the Baron's, the height of the firmament won,
Herschel swore to a total Eclipse of the sun.
Derry down, &c.
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Thus George and the Church 'scap'd these pestilent elves,
These miners, who nought could blow up but themselves;
Then Protestant Britons replenish your bumpers,
And drink “Church and King, and down with the rumpers!
These miners, who nought could blow up but themselves;
Then Protestant Britons replenish your bumpers,
And drink “Church and King, and down with the rumpers!
Derry down, &c.
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