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NEW YEAR'S DAY.
Then would we lop 'em and crop 'em, Bring traitors at once to a level;
The junta should lead up the dance,
And the others the way to the devil.
Then would old England go up, &c.
At court we make snuffers and buttons,
Great folks must have something to do;
Bully Bagshot cures drunkards and gluttons, The king gallops from Windsor to Kew. See him tit up a tit up, &o.
Oh ! religion, religion,
I mean to be seriously grave, Archbishops and bishops raise papists,
The protestant cause for to save. So we go up, up, up, &c.
See Murray and Wedderburne both,
O'er our lives and our fortunes preside; And its lucky for England, in troth,
No such lawyers are bred south of Tweed. So we go up, up, up, &c. 15#