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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 NEW BALLAD:
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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A NEW BALLAD:
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TO THE TUNE OF “YE COMMONS AND PEERS.”

Written in the beginning of May, 1743.

ATTEND to my call,
Ye Jacobites all,
Who so long have wept over this nation;
And with me you will own,
That England is grown,
To be in a blest situation.
Since Walpole, that fool,
No longer does rule,
But to Norfolk is gone in disgrace;
What mayn't we expect,
When once we reflect,
What wise men are come in his place!

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The objection was good,
That no one man could
Alone bear the weight of this realm;
So that you might be pleas'd,
And the nation be eas'd,
There's a dozen at least at the helm.
They with you were once join'd,
And closely combin'd,
As Liberty's chiefest upholders;
And if they're got higher,
Than you might desire,
It was by the help of your shoulders.
'Tis well known to you,
That they've nothing in view,
But the best patriotical ends;
For with them you agreed
In all that they said,
And for twenty long years were their friends.

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They're still the same men,
As you knew'em then,
In action, and honour, as clear;
Sandys ready and bright,
Bath steady and tight,
And Carteret calm and sincere.
Their gratitude now,
Resolving to show
To you who have got them their places;
They've done such a thing,
As may ruin the king,
And of course must regain your good graces.
The Hanover line,
Is not right divine,
And therefore they know you can't bear it;
And our army so great,
You must thoroughly hate,
Since more than the devil you fear it.

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So your good old allies,
To stop all your cries,
And of ev'ry complaint to disarm ye,
Now they're at the helm,
Quite out of the realm
Have sent both the king and the army.