Stray Leaves from the Portfolios of Alisander the Seer, Andrew Whaup, and Humphrey Henkeckle Edited by Alexander Rodger |
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A BUNDLE OF TRUTHS.
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A BUNDLE OF TRUTHS.
A PARODY.
George, the Regent, 's chaste and wise,
Castlereagh 's an honest man,
Southey tells no fulsome lies,
England's free—likewise Japan:
Sidmouth's acts are all upright,
Canning 's modest as a maid;
Darkness can be proven light,
So can Britain's debt be paid.
Castlereagh 's an honest man,
Southey tells no fulsome lies,
England's free—likewise Japan:
Sidmouth's acts are all upright,
Canning 's modest as a maid;
Darkness can be proven light,
So can Britain's debt be paid.
Hey triangle, derry down,
Doctor, old bags, wig and gown,
O how grave a judge can tell,
‘Truth's a libel’—‘false as hell.’
Doctor, old bags, wig and gown,
O how grave a judge can tell,
‘Truth's a libel’—‘false as hell.’
Johnny Bull is plump and stout,
All his sons are fat and fair;
Spies are worthy men—no doubt;
Taxes are as light as air.
Ellenborough 's mild and just;
Ministers no rights invade;
Prison keys are brown with rust,
Jailors starve for lack of trade.
All his sons are fat and fair;
Spies are worthy men—no doubt;
Taxes are as light as air.
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Ministers no rights invade;
Prison keys are brown with rust,
Jailors starve for lack of trade.
Hey triangle, &c.
Parsons are a liberal race,
Noble paupers waste no cash;
Everything now thrives apace—
Paper 's sterling, gold is trash.
Parliament is pure as snow—
Vile corruption hides her head:
Every body now must know,
Dearest grain makes cheapest bread.
Noble paupers waste no cash;
Everything now thrives apace—
Paper 's sterling, gold is trash.
Parliament is pure as snow—
Vile corruption hides her head:
Every body now must know,
Dearest grain makes cheapest bread.
Hey triangle, &c.
Trying times are fairly past;
Want no more dare show his face;
Treason is pent up at last,
Close within a thimble's space.
Wealth has banished discontent,
Press and people both are free,
Doctor Sadmouth—pious saint—
Grunts ‘Amen: so let it be.’
Want no more dare show his face;
Treason is pent up at last,
Close within a thimble's space.
Wealth has banished discontent,
Press and people both are free,
Doctor Sadmouth—pious saint—
Grunts ‘Amen: so let it be.’
Hey triangle, &c.
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