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 Spectators and puppets were here and there thrown,

When Jack on a tree who had safely been blown,

Took a quid, blew his whistle, and, not at all vext,

Cried, ‘Shiver me, what will this fellow do next?’

Derry down, &c.

A bluff grenadier, under great Marshall Saxe,

Had his head cut clean off by a Lochaber axe;

But his comrade replac’d it so nice, ere it fell,

That a handkerchief tied round his neck made all well.

Derry down, &c.

Now his mem’ry was short, and his neck very long,

Which he’d bow thus, and thus, when he heard a good song;

And one night, beating time to the tale I tell you,

He gave such a nod, that away his head flew.

Derry down, &c.

I cou’d tell other stories, but here mean to rest,

Till what you have heard may have time to digest,

Besides ere my narrative verse I pursue,

I must find some more subjects all equally true.

Derry down, &c.

Does haughty Gaul invasion threat?

Then let the louns beware, Sir,