Poems on Several Occasions :: :: University of Virginia Library

Ye silly Tories, now, give Ear,
To what, I shall advance;
Who, lately, without Wit, or Fear,
Your Measures took from France:
But who, might, now, have Happy been,
(Were you not Fools) in your own King;
With a fa, la, la.

The like was never seen, before,
Since the first Fall of Man;
That Jemmy was not hasten'd o'er,
Before the Fall of NAN;

Since She was, thoroughly, inclin'd,
And sick of Body, sick of Mind:
With a fa, la, la.

Your Schemes, I own, were, all, well laid,
You proper Measures took;
And all that could be done, or said,
Was done, by Hook or Crook:
But, tell me, with what Confidence,
Could you depend on Providence?
With a fa, la.

No doubt, we must conclude, on Sight,
And think, as you thought, then,
That God's Hereditary Right
Can never fail with Men:
But HE, you see, is well content
T' explain this Right, by Parliament;
With a fa, la.

And now, suppose, as you have done,
In all your Acts, of late,
That Providence was Neuter grown,
And left us, Tête a Tête;
Yet, I'll be hang'd, if mortal Men
E'er did, or will do thus, again;
With a fa, la.

For, when the Premises were laid,
With all your Main and Might;
Your-selves expos'd, your Friends betray'd,
And France in Heart and Plight:
THEN, not to hurry Perkin in;
O fie! the like was never seen;
With a fa, la.

And yet, to lay this deep-laid Scene,
Four Kingdoms, fam'd in Story,
Imploy'd their wisest, ablest Men,
Both Jacobite and Tory;

Great-Britain, France, and Ireland,
And Spain, too, all join'd Hand in Hand;
With a fa, la.

Nay, Robert Farley, he was there,
Fam'd both for Wit and Sense,
Endow'd with ev'ry tricking Air,
With Politicks and Pence;
And yet, as tho' it were not He,
The Plot it would not, could not Gee;
With a fa, la.

No, not tho' it was pushed on,
And, without any Thinking,
In Heat and Hurry by St. John,
Inflam'd with Love and Drinking;
Tho' these were for't, I say, 'tis clear,
That we have balk'd the Chevalier;
With a fa, la.

And now, to name some Men of God,
And many Men of Sin,
Who, all, ingag'd in Schemes, most odd,
To bring this Youngster in;
I think it vain; but can't but laugh,
That Ormond's Duke should prove an Oaf;
With a fa, la.

Then! God preserve our Brave King George,
And all his Royal Race;
And, may all those, who dare to forge
A Papist, for His Place;
O! may all Men, who have such Views,
O! may they die in Wooden Shooes;
With a fa, la.