To the Tune of “LET THE SULTAN SALADIN,” in RICHARD CŒUR DE LION.

I.
Let great GEORGE his porkers bilk,
And give his maids the sour skim-milk;
With her stores let CERES crown him,
’Till the gracious sweat run down him,
Making butter night and day:
Well! well!
Every King must have his way;
But to my poor way of thinking,
True joy is drinking.

II.
BILLY PITT delights to prose,
’Till admiring Grocers dose;
Ancient Virgins all adore him,
Not a woman falls before him;
Never kissing night nor day:
Well! well!
Every child must have its way;
But to my poor way of thinking,
True joy is drinking.

III.
You too, HASTINGS, know your trade!
No vile fears your heart invade,
When you rove for EASTERN plunder,
Making Monarchs truckle under,
Slitting windpipes night and day:
Well! well!
Governors will have their way;
But to my poor way of thinking,
True joy is drinking.