  ON to the Pillory, ho! To punish bold Daniel Defoe! Come on to the place Of shame and disgrace! Bring rose-garlands sweet To cast at his feet! Fill glasses! Fill, ho! Here’s to Daniel Defoe! On to the Pillory, ho! To punish bold Daniel Defoe! His fate he has earned, His book we have burned, That its soul may fly forth, East, west, south and north! Blow, trumpeter, blow! Here’s to Daniel Defoe! On to the Pillory, ho! To punish bold Daniel Defoe! Sing his praise to the crowd! The sentries may swear, But what do we care? More roses we’ll throw! Here’s to Daniel Defoe! On to the Pillory, ho! To punish rogue Daniel Defoe! Pelt him, maidens and men! For he thinks with a pen, And his thought is too free! God bless him! See! See! Fill glasses! Fill, ho! Here’s to Daniel Defoe! |
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