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Says the barber I'll ſhav eim, the tailor my ſhears,
Are opened to give him clip of the ears,
Says the cook I will baſte him and humble his pride.
Say the tanner, G———d———n him I'll curry his hide.
Says the butcher I'll knock the dog down like an ox,
Says the conſtable I'll ſet the knave in the ſtocks.
Says the chandler when once in the pillory he lies,
Rotten eggs will I furniſh to bung up his eyes.
Says the doctor I'm ready to give him a pill,
There's none but myſelf has the privilege to kill;
Say the lawyer I'd make the cur preſently mute,
When once I bring him coſts of his ſuit.
Cries the ſadler I long on his ſhoulders to ride,
I warrent a good pair of pair of ſpurs I'll provide,
Says the Welchmen I'll toaſt him as I would toaſt cheeſe
Says Paddy I'll whack him as long as you please.
Says the baker the rogue in my oven I'll poke,
Say the ſweeps in the chimney I'll give him a ſmoke,
The cobler will give him a ſtitch in the heel,
And the fiſhwoman ſkin him the ſame as an eel.
The ſoldier will trounce him the ſailor he cries,
He will never come hither the raſcal's too wiſe,
He knows the bold tars of Old England ne'er ſhrink,
But him and his fat-bottom'd veſſels will ſink.
It would weary your patience to hear folk repeat,
How him and his crew of proud Frenchman they'd treat
Succeſs to brave Briton, then the lets the air ring,
We'll fight till we die for our Country and King.
FINIS.
