Come, ladies, come, 'tis now the time for capering,
Freedom's flag, at Willis's, is just unfurl'd.
Silly Billy volunteer'd to get a royal stag shot,
To treat the Whigs with venison, but it would not do;
His Highness was unlucky—so he sent a goose from Bagshot,
While little Rice has furnish'd us with Irish stew;
Lord Nugent sends a round of beef with cucumber and mustard, Ma'am,
And Lady Anne from Holkham sends us up a fine old bustard, Ma'am,
Peter Moore finds pipes and punch, while Lambton makes the gravies, Ma'am,
And many little nameless items come from Colonel Davies, Ma'am.