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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A GRUB UPON BUB |
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A GRUB UPON BUB
GOOD people draw near, and attend to my song,
And despise not my ballad for being a Grub;
For if 'tis not a good one, at least 'tis not long,
And I'll tell you, in short, the fall of poor Bub:
How he lost his good place,
And is in disgrace,
And does not know where to show his flat face;
For the Torys will never receive such a scrub,
And no Whig at court will be civil to Bub.
And despise not my ballad for being a Grub;
For if 'tis not a good one, at least 'tis not long,
And I'll tell you, in short, the fall of poor Bub:
How he lost his good place,
And is in disgrace,
And does not know where to show his flat face;
For the Torys will never receive such a scrub,
And no Whig at court will be civil to Bub.
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When the Knights of the Bath by King George were created,
He greatly desired he that order might wear;
But he had not one star, for poor Bub was ill-fated,
And ne'er a red ribbon fell to his share:
For the King would not dub,
So low-born a scrub,
Nor the order disgrace with a fellow like Bub;
But he calmly and quietly put up the thing,
And follow'd the court, tho' not led in a string.
He greatly desired he that order might wear;
But he had not one star, for poor Bub was ill-fated,
And ne'er a red ribbon fell to his share:
For the King would not dub,
So low-born a scrub,
Nor the order disgrace with a fellow like Bub;
But he calmly and quietly put up the thing,
And follow'd the court, tho' not led in a string.
When for sometime he had sat at the Treasury board,
And the clerks there with titles had tickled his ear;
From ev'ry day hearing himself call'd a lord,
He begg'd of Sir Robert to make him a peer,
But in an ill hour;
For Walpole look'd sour,
And said, it was not in his will or his pow'r.
“Do you think, Sir, the King would advance such a scrub,
Or the peerage debase with the name of a Bub?”
And the clerks there with titles had tickled his ear;
From ev'ry day hearing himself call'd a lord,
He begg'd of Sir Robert to make him a peer,
But in an ill hour;
For Walpole look'd sour,
And said, it was not in his will or his pow'r.
“Do you think, Sir, the King would advance such a scrub,
Or the peerage debase with the name of a Bub?”
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He's on this grown a patriot, and soon will harangue,
And of Virtue will prate like a saint on a tub;
But I shall leave him for Sir William to bang,
If he 'as but a clear stage, how he'll mumble poor Bub:
Who has never a friend,
That assistance will lend,
Or his cause, tho' his life were at stake, will defend;
Nay, if'twas not in hopes to give Walpole a rub,
The patriots themselves would p---ss upon Bub.
And of Virtue will prate like a saint on a tub;
But I shall leave him for Sir William to bang,
If he 'as but a clear stage, how he'll mumble poor Bub:
Who has never a friend,
That assistance will lend,
Or his cause, tho' his life were at stake, will defend;
Nay, if'twas not in hopes to give Walpole a rub,
The patriots themselves would p---ss upon Bub.
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