A hue and cry After M---k, late Master to a Corporation in the City of Dublin By the Author of Namby Pamby [i.e. Henry Carey] |
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A HUE AND CRY,
After M---k, late Master to a Corporation in the City of Dublin.
By the Author of Namby Pamby.
A Master of late
Ah! hear the sad fate,
Which many Men say will attend him
They say his Condition
Wants no Mortal Physician,
So the Devil, I h've pitch'd on to mend him.
Ah! hear the sad fate,
Which many Men say will attend him
They say his Condition
Wants no Mortal Physician,
So the Devil, I h've pitch'd on to mend him.
This Master did strive
For no Man alive
Was equally fir'd with Ambition
Not Cresus himself
Nor six times his pelf,
Should coax me into his Condition.
For no Man alive
Was equally fir'd with Ambition
Not Cresus himself
Nor six times his pelf,
Should coax me into his Condition.
An old founder'd Mare
Once as Fleet as a Hare,
Her Name is they say Corporation
He gain'd to bestride her
But how he did ride her,
Read that in his own Reputation.
Once as Fleet as a Hare,
Her Name is they say Corporation
He gain'd to bestride her
But how he did ride her,
Read that in his own Reputation.
No honest Man sure
Would ever endure
Such damnable heaps of conviction,
Tho' he would perswade
Ev'ry Man of his Trade
What all can allege is a fixion.
Would ever endure
Such damnable heaps of conviction,
Tho' he would perswade
Ev'ry Man of his Trade
What all can allege is a fixion.
This Mare 'till he rid her,
Ne're lean'd on her Wither
But soberly trotted and gallop'd
But he only mauld her
Poor Creature and hauled her,
To make his own Kettle to wallop.
Ne're lean'd on her Wither
But soberly trotted and gallop'd
But he only mauld her
Poor Creature and hauled her,
To make his own Kettle to wallop.
But to cover the cheat
He threw out a bait
A new fangled Law he invented,
Which he thought the poor Mare
Used to moderate fare,
Would have easely have been contented.
He threw out a bait
A new fangled Law he invented,
Which he thought the poor Mare
Used to moderate fare,
Would have easely have been contented.
But the honest Men all
Who paid for her Stall,
In which this Mare should be attended,
Soon found out the Cheat
And closely debate,
That her Stall and her Tackle be mended
Who paid for her Stall,
In which this Mare should be attended,
Soon found out the Cheat
And closely debate,
That her Stall and her Tackle be mended
This her Master 'tis true
Was able to do,
If honesty had been within him,
But t'have told him of this
'Tis 'gainst Thunder to piss,
For only the Devil can win him.
Was able to do,
If honesty had been within him,
But t'have told him of this
'Tis 'gainst Thunder to piss,
For only the Devil can win him.
His head is still running
On tricking and cunning
But he mayn't escape let me tell you
For the Fox has been caught
And pay'd dear at last
For the Geese he had put in his Belly.
On tricking and cunning
But he mayn't escape let me tell you
For the Fox has been caught
And pay'd dear at last
For the Geese he had put in his Belly.
The Fox might escape
For this monst'rous rape,
Were the Geese given into his Charge,
And might farely have nicked 'em
And cunningly trick'd 'em
But here is Man slaughter at large.
For this monst'rous rape,
Were the Geese given into his Charge,
And might farely have nicked 'em
And cunningly trick'd 'em
But here is Man slaughter at large.
If the crys of the poor
E'ery Day at his Door
Can't soften his Noddle nor melt him,
May the Black-guards of Town
Gain some little renown
And with Peellets of Perjury pelt him.
E'ery Day at his Door
Can't soften his Noddle nor melt him,
May the Black-guards of Town
Gain some little renown
And with Peellets of Perjury pelt him.
FINIS.
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