MASTER BONEY’S
HEARTY WELCOME TO ENGLAND.
Being the Song of Songs, and worth all the Songs in the World put together.
To be sung, or said, by every Jovial Fellow, who is a
True Lover of our good King and most happy
Constitution.
Should Boney come hither, our Britons declare,
They’d flog the dog well—you may surely guess where:
While others have vow’d, they would hang him as high,
As Haman the Jew—’twixt the earth and the sky.
Boney down, down, down, Boney down.
Some say they will treat him no better than fleas,
And ’twixt thumb and finger they’ll give him a squeeze;
Whilst some by the ears, the vile Ruffian they’ll lug,
And others will give him a good Cornish hug.
Boney down, &c.
Nay, many would clap him in cage for a show,
At two pence a piece, Sirs—the price is too low:
Whilst others would drive him post haste to the Tower,
A tit-bit for tygers and wolves to devour.
Boney down, &c.
Stand by, says young Snip, don’t you see my bold shears?
For the least I will have, is his nose or his ears;
Says the Cook, I will baste him, and humble his pride,
Cries the Tanner, Pox take him, I’ll tan his vile hide.
Boney down, &c.
Says the Butcher, I’ll knock down the dog like an ox,
Cries the Constable bold—put the knave in the Stocks;
Says the Chandler, when once to the Pill’ry he hies,
Rotten eggs will I furnish to bung up his eyes.
Boney down, &c.
Says the Doctor, I’m ready to give him a pill,
For the doctors, like Boney, they know how to kill;
Says the Lawyer, I’ll make the cur presently mute,
When once I shall bring him the cost of his suit.
Boney down, &c.
Cries the Huntsman, I long on his shoulders to ride,
I warrant a good pair of spurs I’ll provide.
Says the Welchman, I’ll toast him as I would toast cheese;
Says Paddy, I’ll whack him, as long as you plase.
Boney down, &c.