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Then having ta'en a second bold,
Where long he had not been before
"Welcome, proud Peer," quoth he, "our
"Shall now revenged be,
"Or by my fall or thine"-this said, He drew full manfully.
The Peer that instant did the same,
On both sides, but no deadly wounds
Then Crowle, indignant at delays,
And much blood had been shed, had not
"Oh! what a Peer might have been lost!
"And what a lawyer too!
"But, thanks to Fate! they parted were, "Nor did much harm ensue.
"God prosper long this peaceful land,
LABOUR IN VAIN.
A SONG, AN HUNDRED YEARS Old.
To the Tune of “ Molly Mogg.”
YE patriots, who twenty long years
Have struggled our rights to maintain; View the end of your labours and fears, And see them all ended in vain.
Behold! in the front stands your Hero,
Hear him rail at a tyrant and Nero;
Then see him attack a Convention,
That the Place-bill he got for the nation,
For now 'tis a clear demonstration,
His bloody and horrible vow,
Which once gave the Courtiers such pain,
No longer alarums them now,
For his threats are all ended in vain.
What though the Committee have found,
How certain would be our undoing,
Should the people their wishes obtain?
Then to save us from danger of ruin,
He has ended our wishes in vain.
Then let us give thanks and be glad,
That he knew how our passions to rein,
And wisely prevented the bad,
By ending the good all in vain.
And calls it the National Bane,