Songs, comic and satyrical :: :: University of Virginia Library

Ye learn'd of the age, each artist, each sage,
Ye speakers at fam'd Robinhood,
Describe, or decline, or derive, or define,
What the character is of a Blood?

Maccaronies so neat, pert Jemmies so sweet,
With all their effeminate brood;
Free-Masons so shy, choice spirits so high,
Are kick'd out of doors by a Blood.

If making a bet, or if taking a whet,
Or if beating the rounds he thinks good,
Who dare to oppose, will be pluck'd by the nose,
With a—Dam'me Sir, a'n't I a Blood?

If the constable queer, and the watch should appear,
His riots to quell, if they could,
Without compliment, out of window the're sent,
And that is fine fun for a Blood.

He laughs at Old Nick, calls religion a trick,
And his arguments can't be withstood;
'Tis a bett or an oath, but most commonly both,
As to Reason,—What's that to a Blood?

As we have but our day, even Bloods must decay,
He would keep it up still if he could;
But his manors foreclos'd, and his honour expos'd,
He must dye as he liv'd—like a Blood.

To retrench would be base, to repent a disgrace,
So he acts just as geniusses should;
By a med'cine of lead, warm apply'd to his head,
He cures the disease of a Blood.