On the lamented felon's grave their sanguine alms were strown;
And a begging they did go, did go, did go, and a begging they did go.
To take man's life, by law or war, Whigs count a horrid thing,
But this was an assassin of a servant of the King;
So a begging they did go, did go, did go, so a begging they did go.
When vulgar Hone to market brought his pointless parody,
And season'd his sedition with a spice of blasphemy,
Then a begging he did go, did go, did go, then a begging he did go.
His graceless Grace of Bedford the bold example sets,
And pays his mite to comfort him—I wish he'd pay his debts;