Stray Leaves from the Portfolios of Alisander the Seer, Andrew Whaup, and Humphrey Henkeckle Edited by Alexander Rodger |
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A PARODY ON THE ABOVE.
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A PARODY ON THE ABOVE.
WRITTEN BY ANDREW WHAUP O' HAZELKNOWE.
A whip, twine a whip for our country's enslaver,
The friend of abuses, the foe of reform,
Who still against freedom spouts forth his palaver,—
Jay in the sunshine, and crow in the storm.
When the page of the Duke, and his Tory tribe found him,
A-sculking incog. on a far foreign shore,
He flung the sly hypocrite's mantle around him,
And flew to ‘the loaves and the fishes’ once more.
The friend of abuses, the foe of reform,
Who still against freedom spouts forth his palaver,—
Jay in the sunshine, and crow in the storm.
When the page of the Duke, and his Tory tribe found him,
A-sculking incog. on a far foreign shore,
He flung the sly hypocrite's mantle around him,
And flew to ‘the loaves and the fishes’ once more.
A whip, twine a whip for our country's enslaver,
The friend of abuses, the foe of reform,
Who still against freedom spouts forth his palaver,—
Jay in the sunshine, and crow in the storm.
The friend of abuses, the foe of reform,
Who still against freedom spouts forth his palaver,—
Jay in the sunshine, and crow in the storm.
Every emblem of faction unblushingly wearing,
He stood by the Tories in hostile array,
With bold brazen brow, and with Bob-adil bearing,
To sweep every right of the people away.
But again, and again, by their guardians defeated,
He still tried to rally, and ward off each blow;
At last, like a bully, he, blustering, retreated,
His honour's seat slapping, in front of his foe.
He stood by the Tories in hostile array,
With bold brazen brow, and with Bob-adil bearing,
To sweep every right of the people away.
But again, and again, by their guardians defeated,
He still tried to rally, and ward off each blow;
At last, like a bully, he, blustering, retreated,
His honour's seat slapping, in front of his foe.
A whip, &c.
The bane of his country, in all her distresses,
O ne'er be she more by his policy curst:
For all the dire enemies England possesses,
She holds him the deadliest, direst, and worst.
Soon, soon may he sink, with his laurels all faded,
No more to oppose the community's weal;
Soon, soon may the land, by his counsels degraded,
Be freed from such state quacks, as poisonous P---
O ne'er be she more by his policy curst:
For all the dire enemies England possesses,
She holds him the deadliest, direst, and worst.
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No more to oppose the community's weal;
Soon, soon may the land, by his counsels degraded,
Be freed from such state quacks, as poisonous P---
A whip, &c.
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