“Ye _Whigs_, and eke you _Tories_, give ear to what I sing; For it is about the _Chevalier_, that silly would-be King! He boasts of his nobility, and when his race began, Though his _arms_ they are two _trowels_ and his Crest a _warming-pan_. When first he came to Scotland, in ‘Our Dear Sister’s’ reign, He look’d, but did not like the Land, and so went home again. Soon after, ‘Our Dear Sister’ did make a peace with France, And then the _Perkinites_ did laugh to see the Devil dance. And then to please the growling Whigs, who Perkin could not brook, That slim young man was sent to graze as far as Bar-le-Duc. But yet when _D’Aumont_ hither came, to tie the League full close, Young Perkin tarry’d in Lorrain, or came to Som’set House. The Lords then did Address the Queen to do what she deny’d, Until Sir _Patrick_ and the _Prigg_ were safe on t’other side. Then came a proclamation out, to give five thousand pound To any one who Perkin took upon the English ground. Soon after _Semper Eadem_[38] this Mortal life departs Which thing almost broke _Chevalier’s_, and _Bona Fides’s_ hearts. Then Royal George of Hanover to happy Britain comes, With joyful noise upon the Thames, of trumpets, and of drums. The trait’rous Tory Tools then did cringe to seek for grace, And swore to be most loyal lads, if they were kept in place. But when the leaders found the King their Treason did espy, Away with speed they fled to France, the traitor’s sanctuary. This made the High-priest cry aloud,--the Danger of the Church, Because those pillars from her slipt, and left her in the lurch. Then _Bungay_[39] and his gang, harangu’d the senseless mob to win ’em; And rous’d ’em up to serve the Lord; as tho’ _the De’il was in ’em_. They ‘listed thieves, and jail birds, and rogues of ev’ry town, The Ladies chaste of Drury Lane, and _the w---- of Babylon_. Depending on this pious crew of ‘Non-Resisting’ Saints, They thought by plund’ring of the Whigs to make up all their wants. Then to begin the show,--Lord Mar,--that never was upright, To summon all his Bag-pipe-men, to Scotland took his flight. He sent his _baillie_ Jockey round to summon all his clans, With a concert of Bag-pipes--it should been _Warming-pans_! He told ’em they might all for mighty Honours look, For he that was before a Lord, was now become a Duke. They all (he said) should great men be, which was the way to win ’em. So he got an army of captains all, and scarce a soldier in ’em. And finding of his numbers great, he sent a brigadier, To join a band of Fox-Hunters, that were near Lancashire. These march’d into Preston town, the women for to frighten, And there they show’d their talent lay, in marching, not in fighting. They challeng’d Gen’ral Carpenter to run with them a race,