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NEW YEAR'S DAY.
This lord bids him go up,
That lord makes him run down,
T'other drives him first backwards and forwards,
And a fourth makes him skip and turn round.
With such mighty armies and fleets,
With commanders and ministers true ;
We bully all kingdoms and states,
Tho' to beat one we cannot tell how. But so we go up, up, up, &c.
As for our credit and wealth,
The pride and the strength of John Bull; The nation's as poor as myself,
Tho' Lord North swears his budget's quite fulL So we go up, up, up, &c.
Oh ! for a gibbet and block,
Oh ! for a hatchet and cleaver; How well would a home-hit stroke, Prove a just and a kind reliever. Then would old England go up, Instead of going down,'down-a; We're tired of backwards and forwards, 'Tis time that things were turn'd round-a.