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GENTLEMAN’s WIG.
Tune, Derry Down.
I sing not of despots, or slaves who submit,
Not of farmer George, Jenky, Dundas, Fox, or Pitt!
My ballad’s the bantling of laughter and gig,
’Tis of an old cock in a c—tified wig.
’Gainst the poll-tax of Pitt this old codger did rave,
Like a felon transported, it forc’d him to shave;
“Tho’ tried for my life,” said th’ old buck, I’ll rob