II.

To save our old laws,

A new monarch we took;

And well for those laws

An old tyrant forsook :

And should our old England

Again be at stake,

A curse on the slaves

Who the new won't forsake.

III.

Derry down, &c.

This monarch, unskilled

In the nation's affairs,

A lover of wealth,

And a foe to all cares, Resign'd to his statesmen His kingdom itself,

And wink'd at their plunder

To share in the pelf.

Derry down, &c.

IV.

He purchas'd abroad,

While his ministers jobb'd;

And Hanover flourish'd,

While Britain was robb'd: And when he chang'd hands For a fresh set of men, Where those took a shilling,

These villains took ten.

Derry down, &c.

V.

This monarch deceas'd,

His son did succeed;

A Prince more august,

Never came of his breed;

For tho' at his birth,

Lying wags had a fling, He soon prov'd himself The true son of a king.

Derry down, &c.

VI.

Like measures he follow'd,
Like servants he had;

And all things grew worse,

That before were too bad:

For Walpole still rul'd

With corruption and gold,

The monarch he bought,

And the nation he sold.

VII.

With armies at home,

Derry down, &c.

And with foreign troops paid;

With laws that cramp'd freedom,
As taxes cramp'd trade:

With maxims quite new,
He pursu'd his base ends,

And help'd our old foes

To oppress our old Friends.

Derry down, &c.

VIII.

At length when Corruption

Drain'd treasuries dry,

And none would be bought

For none offer'd to buy,

The courtiers quit leaders
They follow'd for pay,

And leaders turn courtiers,

Worse rascals than they.

IX.

Derry down, &c.

My tale, Oh ye Britons!

This moral does bring,

However descended,

A king is a king;

Whenever they're taken,

Most statesmen are knaves;

And patriots at court

Are the lowest of slaves.

Derry down, &c.