and remain, till time would be no more,
In the damn’d gulph of ARBITRARY POW’R:
Thus to stand forth, and only with this view,
To save his COUNTRY, and her FREEDOM too;
To sound the alarm of danger in her ear,
Call forth her RAGE, and shew what she should FEAR
Make TRAITORS tremble at the strokes he gave,
Tremble and fear the nation to ENSLAVE;
To brand those villains with just marks of shame,
That each might live, live with a blasted name;
Thus to stand forth, with these, these noble views,
All DANGER to defy, and BRIBES refuse;
Would well deserve (altho’ some TRUTHS might sting,)
Both FAVOUR and PROTECTION from that King:
Should he, (weak Prince, a surer hate to gain,
And make the people daily curse his reign,)
Dead to all sense, of HONOUR and of TRUTH,
The friend of SLAV’RY in his early youth,)
Drunk with PREROGATIVE, a Scotsman’s tool,
In MEANNESS bred, fond of DESPOTIC rule;
Should he in rage, exert a LAWLESS POW’R,
And order him, CLOSE prison’r in the TOWER;
(His friends REFUSE admittance to his room,
And cruel PRESECUTION be his doom;)
Immur’d within those walls for life must be,
Unless a PRATT should rise and set him FREE;
Yet in such times, and he once more at LARGE,
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Some Scotch Chief Justice, may renew the charge;
Tyrannic pow’r not willing to RETRENCH,
And send him for TWO YEARS, to the King’s Bench.
The people then would surely flock to see,
Fair FREEDOM’S friend, the friend of LIBERTY;
To shew their Love, (with well deserv’d applause)
To him, who tri’d to save their CHARTER’D LAWS.
A SECRETARY ready to fulfill,
The bloody mandates of a Tyrant’s will;
Might send the cruel Scots, their swords to wield,
To gain fresh laurels in St. George’s Field;
Should e’er the ENGLISH by the Scots be slain,
In such a cause, a TYRANT’S love to gain,
And I be doom’d by heav’n to see the day,
Some future year, and on the TENTH of MAY,
Should then a youth, thro’ VILLAINY decreed
To fall, by SCOTSMEN there be MASSACRED,
(Whom for distinction sake, I’ll ALLEN call,)
PERSU’D, and in his FATHER’S HOUSE TO FALL,)
An ONLY SON, and all his father’s CARE,
His greatest HOPE, as well as only HEIR;
To see that father sunk in deep DISTRESS,
SUPPLICATE the Throne, begging for REDRESS;
Calling for JUSTICE, (distracted, undone,)
Justice, ’gainst the MURDERER’S of his SON
This REFUS’D, the MURDERER’S too be PAID,
A PRINCE for BLOOD, and from that KING have AID:
A Jury PACK’D, a JUDGE most ready too,
Obey that Court, and all its rotten crew;
’Gainst JUSTICE, LAW, and TRUTH, (cursed deed!)
To hear him say, “the English ought to bleed;”
“I have it in commission from the King,
“That not ONE SCOTSMAN, while he reigns shall swing;
“The SCOTS were SENT, the King he thus had will’d,
“They should have butcher’d more, nay, thousand’s kill’d;
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“There can no CRIME unto THEIR charge be laid,
“But by the KING, whom they have not obey’d;
“For by the world, this should be understood,
“’Twas his DESIGN, to fill the fields with BLOOD.”
Such deeds as these would fire my soul with RAGE,
And make me e’en against my SAFETY, wage
War with VILLAINY, and stamp these Monsters crimes,
That each might live, and stink to after-times:
Would make me, if I had a hand to write,
Paint these foul deeds, dark as the shades of night;
Would make me call forth ancient British RAGE,
To JUST REVENGE, or mark the COWARD AGE.
Thrice happy NOW, when ev’ry blessing springs,
From GEORGE the THIRD, we boast the BEST of KINGS.
Should such a King succeed to ENGLAND’S Throne,
(Tho’ BORN a BRITON, they must BLUSH to own;)
Should he, in meanness bred, LAUGH at all LAW,
The senate keep by BRIBES, and FRAUD and AWE;
That parliament to ROYAL MANDATE true,
Shall ruin England and her FREEDOM too;
Intestine war shall be at BRENTFORD laid,
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