Ye ought to resent it,

And in duty present it,

For the law is against it:

Not only the actors engaged in this job,

But those that encourage and set on the mob:
The mob, a paw word, and which I ne'er mention,
But must in this place for the sake of distinction.
I hear that some bailiffs and some justices

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Have strove what they could, all this rage to sup

press;

And I hope many more

Will exert the like power,
Since none will, depend o'nt,

Get a jot of preferment.

But men of this kidney, as I told you before.-
I'll tell you a story: Once upon a time,

Some hot-headed fellows must needs take a whim',
And so were so weak

('Twas a mighty mistake)

To pull down and abuse

Bawdy-houses and stews;

Who, tried by the laws of the realm for high-trea

son,

Were hang'd, drawn, and quarter'd, for that very

reason.

When the time came about

For us all to set out,

We went to take leave of the queen ;

Where were great men of worth,

Great heads and so forth,

The greatest that ever were seen:
And she gave us a large

And particular charge;-
Good part on't indeed

Is quite out of

my

head;

We should recommend peace and good neighbourhood, where

soever we came; and so I do here;

For that every one, not only men and their wives, Should do all that they can to lead peaceable lives; And told us withal, that she fully expected

A special account how ye all stood affected; When we've been at St James's, you'll hear of the

matter.

Again then I charge ye,

Ye men of the clergy,
That ye follow the track all
Of your own bishop Blackall,
And preach, as ye should,
What's savoury and good;
And together all cling,

As it were, in a string;

Not falling out, quarrelling one with another,
Now we're treating with Monsieur,—that son of his

mother.

Then proceeded on the common matters of the law; and concluded:

Once more, and no more, since few words are best, I charge you all present, by way of request,

If

ye honour, as I do,
Our dear royal widow,

Or have any compassion
For church or the nation;

And would live a long while

In continual smile,

And eat roast and boil,

And not be forgotten,

When ye are dead and rotten;

That ye would be quiet, and peaceably dwell,
And never fall out, but p-s all in a quill.

JACK FRENCHMAN'S LAMENTATION,

AN EXCELLENT NEW SONG.

To the Tune of "Pll tell thee Dick," &e.

This ballad, upon the battle of Oudenarde, is given from a hawker's copy, bound up with various other broadside songs and poems, known to be written by Swift. It is printed for Morphew, in 1708. As Swift was then in London, and intimate with several of the ministers, he seems likely to have celebrat. ed this great public success in one of those popular ditties which he composed with such facility. The song was very popular, and the tune is often referred to as that of "Ye Commons and Peers."]

How his army so great,

Had a total defeat,

And close by the river Dender:

Where his grandchildren twain,
For fear of being slain,,

Gallop'd off with the Popish Pretender.

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III.

To a steeple on high,

. The battle to spy,,

Up mounted these clever young men ;
But when from the spire,

They saw so much fire,

Most cleverly came down again.

IV.

Then on horseback they got
All on the same spot,

By advice of their cousin Vendosme,
O Lord! cried out he
Unto young Burgundy,

Would your brother and

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you were at home.

While this he did say,
Without more delay,
Away the young gentry ffed;

Whose heels for that work,

Were much lighter than cork,
Though their hearts were as heavy as lead.

VI.

Not so did behave
Young Hanover brave, †

* In the Dutch accounts of the battle of Oudenarde, it is said that the Dukes of Burgundy and Berry, with the Chevalier de St George, viewed the action at a distance from the top of a steeple, and fled, when the fate of the day turned against the French. Vendosme commanded the French upon that occasion.

+ The Electoral Prince of Hanover, afterwards George II. behaved with great spirit in the engagement, and charged, at the head of the Hanoverian cavalry, the celebrated French household troops with great success.

In this bloody field I assure ye;
When his war-horse was shot
He valued it not,

But fought it on foot like a fury.

Full firmly he stood,

VII.

As became his high blood, Which runs in his veins so blew: For this gallant young man, Being a-kin to QUEEN ANNE,

Did as (were she a man) she would do.

VIII.

What a racket was here,
(I think 'twas last year,)
For a little misfortune in Spain,
For by letting 'em win

We have drawn the puts in,

To lose all they're worth this campaign.

IX.

Though Bruges and Ghent

To Monsieur we lent,

With interest they shall repay 'em;

While Paris may sing,

With her sorrowful king,
Nunc dimittis instead of Te Deum.

X.

From this dream of success,

They'll awaken we guess,

At the sound of great Marlborough's drums,

They may think, if they will,

Of Almanza still,

But 'tis Blenheim wherever he comes.