AIR-with Lutes.

Well might my dear lady say,
As lamb-like by her side I lay,
This very, very morn;
Hark! JOEY, hark !

I hear the lark,

Or else it is the sweet Sowgelder's horn!

ANTISTROPHE.

Forth, from their styes, the bristly victims lead;
A score of HOGS, flat on their backs, shall bleed.
Mind they be such on which good Gods might feast!
And that

In lily fat

They cut six inches on the ribs, at least!

DUET-with Marrow-bones and Cleavers.

Butcher and Cook begin!

We'll have a 10yal greasy chin!

Tit bits so nice and rare

Prepare prepare!

Let none abstain,

Refrain !

I'll give 'em pork in plenty-cut, and come again!

RECITATIVE,

Hog! Porker! Roaster! Boar-stag! Barbicue!
Cheeks! Chines! Crow! Chitterlings! and Harselet new!
Springs! Spare-ribs! Sausages! Sous'd-lugs! and Face!
With piping-hot Pease-pudding-plenteous place!
Hands! Hocks! Hams! Haggis, with high seas'ning

fill'd!

Gammons! Green Griskins! on gridirons grill'd!

T

Liver and Lights! from Plucks that moment drawn Pigs' Puddings! Black and White! with Canterbury

Brawn!

TRIO.

Fall too,

Ye Royal crew!

Eat! Eat your bellies full ! prav do!

At treats I never winces:

The Queen shall say,

Once in a way, this washo la lo

Her maids have been well cramin'd-her young ones

din'd like Princes!

FULL CHORUS—accompanied by the whole HOGGERY. For this BIG MORN

GREAT GEORGE was born!

The tidings all the Poles shall ring!
Due homage will I pay,..

On this, thy native day,

GEORGE! by the grace of God, my rightful KING!!!!

HAIL pious Muse of saintly love,

Unmix'd, unstain'd with earthly dross !

Hail Muse of Methodism, above

The Royal Mews at Charing-cross!!
Behold both hands I raise;
Behold both knees I bend;
Behold both eye-balls gaze !

Quick, Muse, descend, descend!

Meek Muse of Madan, thee my soul invokes-Oh point my pious puns! oh sanctify my jokes!

II.

Descend, and, oh! in mem'ry keep

There's a time to wake-a time to sleep

A time to laugh-a time to cry!

The Bible says so-so do I !—

Then broad awake, oh, come to me

And thou my Eastern star shalt be!

III.

MILLER, bard of deathless name,
MOSES, wag of merry fame;
Holy, holy, holy pair,

Harken to your vot'ry's pray'r!

Grant, that like Solomon's of old,
My faith be still in Proverbs told;
Like his, let my religion be

Conundrums of divinity.

And oh! to mine, let each strong charın belong,
That breathes salacious in the wise man's song;
And thou, sweet bird, for ever dear
To each impassioned love-fraught ear,
Soft, luxuriant ROCHESTER;
Descend, and ev'ry tint bestow,

That gives to phrase its ardent glow;
From thee, thy willing Hill shall learn
Thoughts that melt, and words that burn:
Then smile, oh, gracious, smile on this petition!
So Solomon, gay Wilmot join'd with thee,
Shall shew the world that such a thing can be
As, strange to tell!a virtuous Coalition!

IV.

Thou too, thou dread and awful shade Of dear departed WILL WHITEHEAD, Look through the blue ætherial skies, And view me with propitious eyes! Whether thou most delight'st to loll On Sion's top, or near the Pole! Bend from thy mountains, and remember still The wants and wishes of a lesser Hill! Then, like Elijah, fled to realms above, To me, thy friend, bequeath my hallow'd cloak, And by its virtue Richard may improve, And in thy habit preach, and pun, and joke!

The Lord doth give-The Lord doth take away.Then good Lord Salsbury attend to meBanish these sons of Belial in dismay;

And give the praise to a true Pharisee: For sure of all the scribes that Israel curst, These scribes poetic are by far the worst. To thee, my Samson, unto thee I call

Exert thy jaw-and straight disperse them allSo, as in former times, the Philistines shall fall! Then as 'twas th' beginning,

So to th' end' shall be;

My Muse will ne'er leave singing.
The LORD of SAL'SBURY!!!