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THE GENTLE SHEPHERD. |
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He said, G------Gr------v------le, take this rod, the same
That to the cider counties taught my name; But R—k—ham may sway the wand for me, Since I'm despised and disgrac'd by thee. Oh ! were I made, by some transforming power,
The smooth-tongued P------that speaks in yonder bower,
Then might my voice the listening ears employ, And I, the pension he receives, enjoy.
And yet my speeches pleased the Tory throng, Rough R—gby grinn'd, and N—1—n prais'd my song; The Cits, while Bow church bells forgot to ring, In milk white wigs, their kind addresses bring. But their addresses are preferred in vain,
On P------1 their thanks are now bestow'd again:
For him the richest boxes are designed, And in one parchment all their freedom's join'd. Accept their wreaths, allow your partners none, Claim all their praise as due to you alone.
See what strange things in the repeal appear; Discordant Earls have form'd a union here:
In opposition B------and T—p—e join,
And wicked Twitcher2 with good------.
Come, matchless Jemmy! bless the cool retreats, When Peers from voting quit their scarlet seats; |
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