And what says the Pope? our monarch began, And what does he think of our enemy's son? Why, first, when I came there (Old Satan replied) He seem'd to have very great hope of his side. Derry, etc. 5. But soon from the north arriv'd an express With papers that gave me great joy, I confess, Defeated was Charles, and his forces all gone, I thought, on my soul, I should've leapt over the moon. Derry, etc. 6. [Sidenote: _fol._ 388.] Of Charles's descendants I'm only afraid Against my dominions their projects are laid; Was a Stewart to govern England again, Religion and honesty there soon might reign. Derry, etc. 7. I oftentimes travel thro' France and thro' Spain To visit my princes and see how they reign. But of all my good servants, north, south, east and west, I speak it sincerely, George! thou art the best. Derry, etc. 8. Our monarch replied, looking wise as an ass, Pray, none of your compliments--Take up your glass. Tho' the trouble I gave you e'nt much, I must own, But as for religion, you know I have none. Derry, etc. 9. Then, as to my offspring, there's Feckie, my son, Whom you wish and I wish may sit on the throne. For by all men of wisdom and sense 'tis allow'd If he there does no harm, he'll there do no good. Derry, etc. 10. There's Billy, my darling, my best belov'd boy, Can ravish, can murder, can burn, can destroy-- Just a tool for you--'tis his nat'ral delight, And likes it as well ev'ry whit as to fight. Derry, etc. 11. They shook hands at parting, and each bid adieu; Old Beelzebub mutter'd these words as he flew-- 'May thou and thy offspring for ever reign on, For the devil can't find such a race when you're gone.' Derry, etc. FINIS. [Sidenote: _fol._ 389.] _ON A LATE DEFEAT, 1746, said to have been composed by a Scots gentleman, an officer in the Dutch service._