clear understand:
They first tax the nation and then pawn the land;

Till the farmer no longer his rental can pay,
For parsons take half of his income away:
At times like the present how much is he blest,
When Georgie steps in and he takes the rest;
For the good of the state, for the good of us all,
They have plenty of soldiers we know at their call.
To be sure they look handsome at a review:
The question to us is, wouldn’t half of them do?
But what would become of commanders I say;
Were the army dismiss’d and to live on half pay.
Why the son of a lord or a country ’squire,
Must then from his wine and his lasses retire;
There is many a youngster would soon be undone,
And the reputed father must keep his own son.
Let places and pensions be quick done away,
At least so diminish’d as less is to pay;
I mean to all such as the state can well spare,
’Twou’d make the expenditure less in the year:
There are bed-chamber lords and ladies so gay;
Such fine gaudy trappings waste money away:
There are ladies of honor, of honor indeed,
You must empty your purses, ere you can succeed.
Their time and their beauty they’ll not throw away,
It’s well known a duke spends a thousand a day
On such baubles, but sometimes it’s done in the dark;
To prove my assertion, pray ask Mrs. Clarke:
Clarke’s there are many, as fame loud report,
That do not wear breeches; yet live by a court.

John Bull must pay all, and dare not complain,
For if he is noisy, a goal must detain
The troublesome urchin, and will him so tease,
That, hereafter he’s silent, and do as you please:
For bills are so fangled, they always can bind
The tongue of a croker to a minister’s mind.
Till we gain a reform, and do placemen away,
We’ll at Liberty’s call, all her dictates obey.
United as Englishmen; honour the Crown,
And try all we can to put tyranny down.
Success to our country, long live the King!
May a speedy reform more happy days bring.
But now to return to our subject again,
That caus’d the emotions of sorrow and pain.
I must now again speak of our good Caroline,
Who I hope is now sitting beside the Divine;
And guiltless I trust to her God she’ll appear:
Have a trial much better than granted her here.
There the crimes of the wicked are fully display’d,
There Justice and Mercy are lively array’d.
The wicked no longer can harrass her mind;
To injure the Queen they were always inclin’d.
May troubles of all sorts annoy each vile heart,
Till life is extinguished, from them ne’er depart;
May they live upon spleen, exist upon pain,
Till a trial above shall renew them again;
Depriv’d of all comforts attending this life;
Depriv’d of her home, tho’ a virtuous wife.
Tho’ truly accomplish’d, and in manners mild
Was deprived of the pleasure of seeing her child.

In England no longer thought fit for to stay,
A vessel was granted to bear her away.
No doubt but her presence at times brought to mind
Unpleasant sensations to him left behind;
For remorse will at all times keen anguish bring
To an unfeeling bosom, tho’ he be a ---.
Scarce had she rested on the Italic shore,
Then means were employ’d to harrass her more.
Spies and informers were fattened to say
Our Queen in her conduct by far was too gay:
When they witness’d a smile, they did not decline
To make it a certain intrigue or a crime.
May the book of false statements against them appear,
When eternity’s trial is found to