The Works of the Right Honourable Sir Chas. Hanbury Williams ... From the Originals in the Possession of His Grandson The Right Hon. The Earl of Essex and Others: With Notes by Horace Walpole ... In Three Volumes, with Portraits |
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THE HEROES:
A NEW BALLAD.
OF all the jobs that e'er had past
Our house, since times of jobbing:
Sure none was ever like the last,
Ev'n in the days of Robin:
For he himself had blush'd for shame
At this polluted cluster
Of fifteen nobles of great fame,
All brib'd by one false muster.
Our house, since times of jobbing:
Sure none was ever like the last,
Ev'n in the days of Robin:
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At this polluted cluster
Of fifteen nobles of great fame,
All brib'd by one false muster.
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Two Dukes on horseback first appear,
Both tall and of great prowess;
Two little Barons in the rear
(For they're, you know, the lowest:)
But high and low they all agree
To do whatever man dar'd;
Those ne'er so tall, and those that fall
A foot below the standard.
Both tall and of great prowess;
Two little Barons in the rear
(For they're, you know, the lowest:)
But high and low they all agree
To do whatever man dar'd;
Those ne'er so tall, and those that fall
A foot below the standard.
Three regiments one duke contents,
With two more places you know;
Since his Bath knights, his grace delights
In Tri-a junct' in U-no.
Now Bolton comes with beat of drums,
Though fighting be his loathing;
He much dislikes both guns and pikes,
But relishes the cloathing.
With two more places you know;
Since his Bath knights, his grace delights
In Tri-a junct' in U-no.
Now Bolton comes with beat of drums,
Though fighting be his loathing;
He much dislikes both guns and pikes,
But relishes the cloathing.
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Next doth advance, defying France,
A peer in wond'rous bustle;
With sword in hand, he stout doth stand,
And brags his name is Russell:
He'll beat the French from ev'ry trench,
And blow them off the water;
By sea and land he doth command,
And looks an errant otter.
A peer in wond'rous bustle;
With sword in hand, he stout doth stand,
And brags his name is Russell:
He'll beat the French from ev'ry trench,
And blow them off the water;
By sea and land he doth command,
And looks an errant otter.
But of this clan, there's not a man
For bravery that can be,
(Tho' Anstruther should make a stir,)
Compar'd with Marquis Granby:
His sword and dress both well express
His courage most exceeding:
And by his hair, you'd almost swear
He's valiant Charles of Sweden.
For bravery that can be,
(Tho' Anstruther should make a stir,)
Compar'd with Marquis Granby:
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His courage most exceeding:
And by his hair, you'd almost swear
He's valiant Charles of Sweden.
The next are Harcourt, Halifax,
And Falmouth, choice commanders!
For these the nation we must tax,
But ne'er send them to Flanders.
Two corps of men do still remain,
Earl Cholmondley's and EarlBerkeley's;
The last, I hold, not quite so bold
As formerly was Herc'les.
And Falmouth, choice commanders!
For these the nation we must tax,
But ne'er send them to Flanders.
Two corps of men do still remain,
Earl Cholmondley's and EarlBerkeley's;
The last, I hold, not quite so bold
As formerly was Herc'les.
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And now, dear Gower, thou man of pow'r,
And comprehensive noddle:
Tho' you've the gout, yet as you're stout,
Why wa'n't you plac'd in saddle?
Then you might ride to either side,
Choose which king you'ld serve under;
But, dear dragoon, change not too soon,
For fear of th' other blunder.
And comprehensive noddle:
Tho' you've the gout, yet as you're stout,
Why wa'n't you plac'd in saddle?
Then you might ride to either side,
Choose which king you'ld serve under;
But, dear dragoon, change not too soon,
For fear of th' other blunder.
This faithful band shall ever stand,
Defend our faith's defender;
Shall keep us free from popery,
The French and the Pretender.
Now God bless all our ministry,
May they the crown environ,
To hold in chain whate'er Prince reign,
And rule with links of iron.
Defend our faith's defender;
Shall keep us free from popery,
The French and the Pretender.
Now God bless all our ministry,
May they the crown environ,
To hold in chain whate'er Prince reign,
And rule with links of iron.
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