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 “O the fiends!” ſhe exclaim'd. and with wild horror ſtarted

Then through the tall fern, loudly ſcreaming, ſhe darted,

With an overchang’d boſom I ſlowly departed,

And ſigh'd for the wrongs of poor Mary le More.





EORGE he is the mildeſt King

that ever ſat on Britain's throne;

Behold how wiſely he has acted,

to his ſubjects ev'ry one!

But we're of a rebellious nature,

and our minds are ne'er content;

Likewiſe, the moſt of our reflections

are on the King and Parliament.

There's Quakers, New-Lights Independents,

Methodiſts, and Swindlers too,

Thoſe minions and fanatics,

are they not a filthy crew?

Thoſe hypocrites that live amongſt us,

our religion they deſpiſe,

Empty fools, without foundation,

neither loyal, juſt, nor wiſe.