C---s cannot at times keep sober,
If they are tempted by October;
Sometimes a R---t---r takes a glass
Of spirits with a pretty lass;
Another thing I can define,
A B---p may get drunk with wine;
If it is placed within his view,
He acts as other people do;
Like us sometimes is prone to sin,
When Satan is alive within;
Sometimes successful he may be,
With B---s Sir as well as we;
And oft it does my feelings shock,
To see how dizzy is their flock;
So hard will they horses ride,
As if it was their daily pride.
Themselves and order to disgrace,
By being at a Foxes chase;
To see a cock fight won't decline,
A country P---n tho' divine;
But oh! upon a sabbath day,
How grave they look how much they pray.
Perhaps for sinners in this life,
Or to chat with neighbours wife.
A P---n in a country place,
Not long ago incur'd disgrace,
A neighbour went a dame to see,
A merry one as well could be;
A cock'd hat laid upon a chair,
This Sir is true I do declare;
She call'd, she knock'd, no answer made,
Upstairs she went without perade;
The P---n quick the curtains drew,
To keep the stranger from his view;
The neighbour said I make thus free,
As you invited me to tea;
But as you have a stranger here,
I do intrude I greatly fear.
I oft have heard the people say,
She took the P---n's hat away;
But ere she reached her happy home,
The P---n to her quick did roam,
Says he good woman that's my hat!
You know not what you have been at;
Give it me and never say,
What you have witness'd and I'll pay
You well to let the matter rest,
Within your own untroubled breast
No no, says she this hat I'll give,
Your wife as I do hope to live;
And tell her where I found it laid,
My trouble will be well repaid;
So R---d Sir to you adieu,
Your conduct I'll expose to view.
I'll speak of foreign grain again,
Hope your attention to detain;
Let Ministers a duty lay,
And make the foreign farmer pay
A certain sum on all he send,
Of grain into this fertile land.
Corn Laws are needless I protest,
To be without them would be best;
When crops are thin then grain would sell,
No doubt in Mark Lane very well:
At such a year then foreign grain,
Would flock into our ports again;
Soon an 'twas found enough was sent,
To answer every good intent,
A p