The poetical works of Sir Alexander Boswell ... Now first collected and edited, with memoir, by Robert Howie Smith |
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Caliendrosus.
Chorus by the whole Bench.
Tol de rol, lol de rol, tol de rol, lol de rol,
Tol de rol, lol de rol, tol de rol, lol,
But now they're acquitted, &c.
(Mob without Huzza.)
A plague o' such juries, they make such a pother,
And thus, by their folly, let pannels go free;
And still on some silly pretext or another,
Nothing is left for your Lordships and me.
And thus, by their folly, let pannels go free;
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Nothing is left for your Lordships and me.
Our duty, believe us,
Was not quite so grievous,
While yet we had hopes for to hang 'em up all;
But now they're acquitted,
O how we're out-witted,
We've sat eighteen hours here for nothing at all.
Was not quite so grievous,
While yet we had hopes for to hang 'em up all;
But now they're acquitted,
O how we're out-witted,
We've sat eighteen hours here for nothing at all.
Chorus by the whole Bench.
Tol de rol, lol de rol, tol de rol, lol de rol,
Tol de rol, lol de rol, tol de rol, lol,
But now they're acquitted, &c.
(Mob without Huzza.)
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