THE DANDY OF SIXTY,

                   Who bows with a grace,

     And has taste in wigs, collars,

                   cuirasses, and lace;

     Who, to tricksters and fools,

                    leaves the State and its treasure,
     And, when Britain's in tears,

                    sails about at his pleasure,
     Who spurn'd from his presence

                   the Friends of his youth,

     And now has not one

                   who will tell him the truth;
     Who took to his counsels,
     in evil hour,

     The Friends to the Reasons

                   of lawless Power;

     That back the Public Informer
     who

     Would put down the Thing,

                   that, in spite of new Acts,

     And attempts to restrain it,

                  by Soldiers or Tax,

     Will poison the Vermin,

     That plunder the Wealth,

     That lay in the House,

     That Jack built.

                  THESE ARE

     THE PEOPLE

                    all tatter'd and torn,
     Who curse the day

                  wherein they were born,
     On account of Taxation

                    too great to be borne,
     And pray for relief,

                   from night to morn:
     Who, in vain, Petition

                   in every form,

         Who, peaceably Meeting

                       to ask for Reform,

         Were sabred by Yeomanry Cavalry,
                     who

        Were thank'd by THE MAN,

                        all shaven and shorn,

          All cover'd with Orders—

                          and all forlorn;

        THE DANDY OF SIXTY,

                      who bows with a grace,

          And has taste in wigs, collars,

                        cuirasses, and lace:

          "Who, to tricksters and fools,

                         leaves the state and its treasure,
          And, when Britain's in tears,

                         sails about at his pleasure:

         Who spurn'd from his presence

                        the Friends of his youth,

         And now' has not one

                         who will tell him the truth;

     Who took to his counsels, in evil hour,

     The Friends to the Reasons of law less Power,

     That back the Public Informer,