Cries a brave bonny Scot, Mon, gee mee his lug,
And I’ll squeeze him as flat as a bonnock or bug;
Says old Suds, I will shave him with razor so notch’d,
As shall leave his black muzzle most famously scotch’d.
Boney down, &c.
Says the Dust-man, I’ll dust him—you know what I mean,
I’ll give him a hide, all black, blue and green;
Says the Mason, I’ll case him in good bricks and mortar,
No, no, says Jack Ketch—don’t you see this nice halter?
Boney down, &c.
Says the Baker, the Rogue in my oven I’ll poke;
Cries young Sweep—in the chimney I’ll give him a smoke;
The Cobler will give him a stitch in the heel,
And here’s Moll, who would skin him as clean as an eel.
Boney down, &c.
But here’s Tom the Miller, who swears he’ll have Boney,
And grind him as close as—Old Hunks keeps his money.
Nay, stop, cries the Joiner, I’ll saw off his head,
Cries the Surgeon, we’ll have him as soon as he’s dead.
Boney down, &c.
Then stretch the Dog out, and when flat on his back,
We’ll cut out his heart to see if it’s black;
For sure such another, no mortal e’er saw,
Unless vomited forth, from old Belzebub’s maw.
Boney down, &c.
But now for his flesh—we must lay bare his bones,
And then let him stand clear of Old Davy Jones,[77]
But Davy will have him, as sure as a gun,
So now Master Boney, here ends all your fun.
Boney down, &c.
The Soldiers will stick him—the Sailor he cries,
He’ll never come hither, the Rascal’s too wise;
He knows that the Tars of Old England ne’er shrink,
But him, and his flat-bottom’d boats they will sink.
Boney down, &c.
’Twou’d weary your patience to hear folks repeat,
How Boney the Pigmy they’re anxious to treat;
So let him come hither, we’ll soon make a ring,
Then fight till we die, for our Country and King.
Boney down, &c.
Among the caricatures, West gives us (July 1803) ‘A British Chymist Analizing a Corsican Earth Worm!!’ Bonaparte is in a retort, being distilled, and George the Third is examining a cup of his extract, with a magnifying glass, saying, ‘I think I can now pretty well ascertain the ingredients of which this insect is composed—viz.—Ambition and self sufficiency, two parts—Forgetfulness—one part—some light Invasion Froth, on the surface, and a prodigious quantity of fretful passion, and conceited Arrogance is the residue!!’