To oppose his R——l Highness,
They pick'd them out a simple strain,
Suited to birds of shyness.
'The key once pitch'd, they puff'd their cheeks,
And gave the ears a griper,
Like the discordant sound that breaks
From an old Scotch bagpiper.
'But L——l soon got before,
And C——h jogg'd after,
While all their friends were in a roar,