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 When Fox and North at length agreed

To turn all blunderers out, Sir,

I then, in duty to my creed,

Once more turn’d North about, Sir,

Receipt-Tax, India Bill, and all,

With them I stoutly voted;

At back-stairs council learn'd to bawl;

And secret influence hooted.

And this is law, &c. &c. &c.





URE, a lass, in her bloom,

At the age of nineteen,

Was ne’er so distress’d

As of late I have been;

I know not, I vow,

Any harm I have done,

That my mother oft tells me,

She’d have me a nun.

Don’t you think it a pity

A girl such as I,

Should be sentenced fast

To pray and to cry;

With ways so devout

I’m not like to be won;

My heart it loves frolics

Too well for a nun