They try hard to equal if not to excel; Their neighbours they find are as knowing as they, Can produce as much barley, good wheat or hay. As they themselves do off an acre of land, Yet neighbourly are, and will go hand in hand, To find out new methods the soil to improve, Or what is found hurtful to quickly remove; Sir your tenants are farmers who handsomely live, Who love wine themselves and will free a glass give. Attention to business they most strictly do pay; Not one of your tenants wastes his time away In fruitless amusements, yet happy to yield, A space from the cares of the world to the field. What adds to delight and what banished care, A good landlord’s presence enlivens them there. On your word they at all times can strictly rely, When assistance is needful, you do not deny To render them service that’s apprent in view, Your sanction they gain ere they bid you adieu. At each public meeting it plainly is seen You felt as a man for our ill fated Queen; It was lucky for her there were many like you, Who exerted themselves for to bring full in view, Both art and deception you plainly cou’d find, Were employ’d for to make every briton inclined, To treat our lov’d Queen with mark’d disrespect; But thank God her cause you did never neglect, To espouse in a manner that plainly foretold, You thought the Italians were cited by gold; To say, or unsay, or devise any thing, At the critical moment, a censure to bring. On a female as chaste as the best of her sex, Their aim was to injure, disgrace, and perplex; Behind the grand curtain an agent display’d A signal for slander, tho’ he was afraid; A generous nation wou’d it’s colours hurl down, Convinc’d that such signals dishonour’d the crown; Our monarch I’m certain and really believe, Desires from his heart our woes to relieve; For reasons too plain, his advisers insist, No decrease shall take place in the old civil list; Or rather a new one I ought to have said, It’s very much alter’d I am much afraid: For our comforts, or interests, or even our peace, Our burthens arise as the list shall increase; Let the King live in splendour, yet this I may say, Too much is allowed when so much is to pay; For interest for millions and millions we owe: The snug little sum our grave ministers know, And so do we all, or the people at large, ’Tis said our whole kingdom wou’d not it discharge, If brought to the hammer and very well sold, That’s certain the case I suppose and am told. Can the ministers say they e’er found you willing, To share from the loaves and the fishes a shilling, I only this circumstance slightly just name, And ask many statesmen if they can do the same: Was they daily to act as statesmen like you, Our burthens and troubles we could soon subdue: Their conduct is such no mortal can praise:—