He always, to be sure, has shewn for him favour and affection,
As witness, how he praised him at the Westminster Election.
Bow, wow, wow.
Says Bridegroom Coke, "For speaking in the House I've lost my head, Sir;
But never mind, I'll tell you what I mean to do instead, Sir,
I'll work as hard as I'm allow'd by Anne and the physicians,
And send you once a week, at least, a bag full of petitions."
Bow, wow, wow.
Says Gaffer Western, "Though we once, amongst our many whimsies,
Cried out with all our might for gold, and grumbled at the 'flimsies,'