Lord North, for twelve years, with his war and contracts, The people he nearly had laid on their backs; Yet stoutly he swore he sure was a villain If e'er he had bettered his fortune a shilling. Derry down, down; down, derry down.
Against him Charles Fox was a sure bitter foe, And cried that the empire he'd soon overthrow; Before him all honour and conscience had fled; And vowed that the axe it should cut off his head. Derry down, down; down, derry down.
Edmund Burke, too, was in a mighty great rage, And declared Lord North the disgrace of the age; His plans and his conduct he treated with scorn, And thought it a curse that he'd ever been born. Derry down, down; down, derry down.
So hated he was, Fox and Burke they both swore, They infamous were if they enter'd his door; But, prithee, good neighbour, now think on the end— Both Burke and Fox call him their very good friend! Derry down, down; down, derry down.
Now Fox, North, and Burke, each one is a brother, So honest, they swear there is not such another; No longer they tell us we're going to ruin, The people they serve in whatever they're doing. Derry down, down; down, derry down.
But Chatham, thank heaven! has left us a son; When he takes the helm, we are sure not undone; The glory his father revived of the land, And Britannia has taken Bill Pitt by the hand. Derry down, down; down, derry down.
BRITANNIA ROUSED, OR THE COALITION MONSTERS DESTROYED.
February 3, 1784. [Britannia Roused], or the Coalition Monsters Destroyed.—Britannia, the symbolical goddess, is fairly aroused, and her greatness and power are effectually asserted on the persons of the late Ministers. Her strong arm is throttling the lethargic Lord North, and she has seized the body of Fox, whose person she is dashing over her head, in a manner which threatens the extinction of the popular idol.