Yet all he took but short time lasted,
The Whigs did say that it was blasted,
For all his offspring that remain
Have none of his well gotten gain.
When I perceiv’d that it was gone,
I out of pity brought him home,
Now Whigs may sleep in a sound skin,
They’ll never get mair skaith of him.
My friends that were of lower note,
In justice should not be forgot,