The Second Part of Warley A Satire. Containing A curious Detail of the Operations of the Grand Army during the Royal Review: And Interspersed with a Variety of Fresh Characters Addressed To the First Artist in Europe [by George Huddesford] |
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THE Swashing Blades of Warley:
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THE Swashing Blades of Warley:
A BALLAD.
I
I sing the Jovial Swashers,Encamp'd on Warley Common,
Who stoutly swear,
They'll thrash Monsieur,
And care a Fig for no man.
II
At day break, from their straw beds,To crawl out they begin, Sir,
Each drinks his pot,
Of purl red hot,
All Silver-lac'd with Gin, Sir.
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III
O then the thundering DrummersStir up their Martial Ardour;
They call the Roll,
And cheek by jowl,
Set on to storm the Larder.
IV
Then comes the rosy Chaplain,And kneels upon his hassock;
He prays alone,
For a Smock each one
Loves better than a Cassock.
V
The Col'nel in the rear-guard,A knotty point untrusses,
And Guards a score,
Defend the door,
While he bombards the rushes.
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VI
These Swashing Blades in Scarlet,Turn out and form the lines, Sir;
Loud Trumpets tell,
What fate befell,
Ducks, Turkies, Hams, and Chine, Sir.
VII
Their Chargers fierce bestriding,Oh how they storm the trenches!
The Boys they scare,
Make the Old Wives swear,
And ravish all the Wenches.
VIII
As the Churls of Chevy Chase, Sir,Their backsides guarded safe O;
On a soft Bear's hide,
The Chieftains ride,
That their bottoms may not chafe O.
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IX
But the Muse a dismal tale, Sir,Produces from her budget,
Nine Taylors fell,
Red hot from Hell ,
To dun these Swashers trudge it.
X
Against the Royal Lincoln,They rous'd up Wrath and Valour;
But our bold Vanguards,
They sing'd their beards,
And quell'd each roaring Taylor.
XI
To drive these Cabbage-grinders,Tom Wh*ll*y had the bent O,
Sir Narborough Death,
Did his sword unsheath,
And their spears to Shivers sent O.
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XII
The King of France at dinner,These doleful tidings hearing,
His bowels yearn'd,
And up he turn'd,
Each sav'ry pickled herring.
XIII
His Confessor domestic,And eke his grave Physician,
They told the King,
'Twas a Monstrous Thing,
Such a day, to swallow fish in.
XIV
So we'll leave him in a fright, Sir,Wasting his wordly riches,
While Duke Nivernois,
Gets a crown a day,
For cleaning of his Breeches.
FINIS.
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