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TOUCHANDGO
Hoho! hoho! pray who can show
Whither has fled great Touchandgo?
He's gone off in a chaise and pair,
And not a man on earth knows where.
Whither has fled great Touchandgo?
He's gone off in a chaise and pair,
And not a man on earth knows where.
In his own chariot off he ran,
And there was not a turnpike man,
'Twixt London and the Western Channel,
Could see his arms upon the pannel.
And there was not a turnpike man,
'Twixt London and the Western Channel,
Could see his arms upon the pannel.
Some say he took the road to Bristol,
Equipped with sixpence and a pistol;
Some say with gold he's well apparelled,
And blunderbusses double-barrelled:
Equipped with sixpence and a pistol;
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And blunderbusses double-barrelled:
Others affirm, he strove to pop
His brains out in my uncle's shop,
And, missing fire, set off to Milford,
With lots of sovereigns which he pilfered:
His brains out in my uncle's shop,
And, missing fire, set off to Milford,
With lots of sovereigns which he pilfered:
Some say he beat about all Sunday,
I' th' wind's eye, off the Isle of Lundy,
Showered on the Pilots gold, like manna,
And then was shipped off for Savannah.
I' th' wind's eye, off the Isle of Lundy,
Showered on the Pilots gold, like manna,
And then was shipped off for Savannah.
Others aver he still doth dwell
Deep in a fishing-vessel's well,
And there, chin-deep, in Milford Haven,
Takes cold, and croaks like any raven;
Deep in a fishing-vessel's well,
And there, chin-deep, in Milford Haven,
Takes cold, and croaks like any raven;
They add, his Assignees' Attorney
Has waited on Sir Richard Birnie,
With a request that Mr. Bishop
Him, from said fishing-smack, may fish up.
Has waited on Sir Richard Birnie,
With a request that Mr. Bishop
Him, from said fishing-smack, may fish up.
Some say a fleet has just weighed anchor,
To chace the flying Clerk and Banker,
With picked men, guns and carronades,
To take, or sink, or burn the blades.
To chace the flying Clerk and Banker,
With picked men, guns and carronades,
To take, or sink, or burn the blades.
Well done! Britannia rules the waves!
A fleet to catch one brace of knaves!
Thus paper-coinage sets in motion
All England and the Atlantic Ocean.
A fleet to catch one brace of knaves!
Thus paper-coinage sets in motion
All England and the Atlantic Ocean.
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Now, hark! away, ye Bow-street runners;
Whistle, ye boatswains—swear, ye gunners;
Spread all your canvas, seamen loyal,
Gib, studd'n sail, and top-gallant-royal.
Whistle, ye boatswains—swear, ye gunners;
Spread all your canvas, seamen loyal,
Gib, studd'n sail, and top-gallant-royal.
Jack Tar has found a worthy foe
To chace in mighty Touchandgo—
Who'll back the “Victory” 'gainst the “Funny?”
Huzza! St. George and Paper-money!
To chace in mighty Touchandgo—
Who'll back the “Victory” 'gainst the “Funny?”
Huzza! St. George and Paper-money!
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