For England is pawn’d while she fattens her calves; The good funded system will plain show you how They can raise a supply, tho’ it injure the plough. To such a degree that it must remain still; What matters to them so there’s grist in the mill ’Tis just like a merchant on a dull market day, That will purchase your corn tho’ he can’t for it pay; Except he resort to a mortgaging plan, Which is certain at all times to ruin the man; Then a bankruptcy follows and nothing to pay, For extravagance makes all his assets away. Such is the case you may clear understand: They first tax the nation and then pawn the land; Till the farmer no longer his rental can pay, For parsons take half of his income away: At times like the present how much is he blest, When Georgie steps in and he takes the rest; For the good of the state, for the good of us all, They have plenty of soldiers we know at their call. To be sure they look handsome at a review: The question to us is, wouldn’t half of them do? But what would become of commanders I say; Were the army dismiss’d and to live on half pay. Why the son of a lord or a country ’squire, Must then from his wine and his lasses retire; There is many a youngster would soon be undone, And the reputed father must keep his own son. Let places and pensions be quick done away, At least so diminish’d as less is to pay; I mean to all such as the state can well spare, ’Twou’d make the expenditure less in the year: There are bed-chamber lords and ladies so gay; Such fine gaudy trappings waste money away: There are ladies of honor, of honor indeed, You must empty your purses, ere you can succeed. Their time and their beauty they’ll not throw away, It’s well known a duke spends a thousand a day On such baubles, but sometimes it’s done in the dark; To prove my assertion, pray ask Mrs. Clarke: Clarke’s there are many, as fame loud report, That do not wear breeches; yet live by a court. John Bull must pay all, and dare not complain, For if he is noisy, a goal must detain The troublesome urchin, and will him so tease, That, hereafter he’s silent, and do as you please: For bills are so fangled, they always can bind The tongue of a croker to a minister’s mind. Till we gain a REFORM, and do placemen away, We’ll at Liberty’s call, all her dictates obey. United as Englishmen; honour the Crown, And try all we can to put tyranny down. Success to our country, long live the King! May a speedy reform more happy days bring. But now to return to our subject again, That caus’d the emotions of sorrow and pain. I must now again speak of our good Caroline, Who I hope is now sitting beside the Divine; And guiltless I trust to her God she’ll appear: Have a trial much better than granted her here. There the crimes of the wicked are fully display’d,