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 | Poems on Affairs of State |  |
By chance the Poet Elcanah was there
To make 'em sport, for 'twas not yet the Fair;
VVith many more too scandalous to name,
VVhose Talents are to swear, whore, drink and game;
At a large Table they were seated round,
VVith Bottles, Snush, foul Pipes and Glasses crown'd,
Boxes and Dice—but whether false or true,
I leave it to the Fools that Night shall rue;
For there was Country Squire and City Cully,
That came to see the Show, look'd to by Bully,
VVhere bubbl'd of their Coyn, they healed are
A la Campagne—that is, with Chear entire:
Damme, cries Grab, each Prig his Buttork bring,
And let us forthwith fall to managing;
When I am boozing, clear old Dudgeon's Drolish,
Then let my Natural be a Jump, a Polish,
I sink her down—Then makes some nasty Jest,
And Crowns it with a Bumper to the Best;
(And calls for Link-boy, swears his Pego's nice,
And therefore cannot deal in common Vice.)
Then to the Height of Lewdness they retire,
And Venus must extinguish Bacchus fire.
To make 'em sport, for 'twas not yet the Fair;
VVith many more too scandalous to name,
VVhose Talents are to swear, whore, drink and game;
At a large Table they were seated round,
VVith Bottles, Snush, foul Pipes and Glasses crown'd,
Boxes and Dice—but whether false or true,
I leave it to the Fools that Night shall rue;
For there was Country Squire and City Cully,
That came to see the Show, look'd to by Bully,
VVhere bubbl'd of their Coyn, they healed are
A la Campagne—that is, with Chear entire:
Damme, cries Grab, each Prig his Buttork bring,
And let us forthwith fall to managing;
When I am boozing, clear old Dudgeon's Drolish,
Then let my Natural be a Jump, a Polish,
I sink her down—Then makes some nasty Jest,
And Crowns it with a Bumper to the Best;
(And calls for Link-boy, swears his Pego's nice,
And therefore cannot deal in common Vice.)
Then to the Height of Lewdness they retire,
And Venus must extinguish Bacchus fire.
| Poems on Affairs of State | |