Lately sanction’d a scheme, in full Cabinet plann’d,
For transporting her sons who from honour dare stray,
To that sweet spot terrestrial, term’d Botany Bay.
Toll de roll, &c.
Now this Bay, by some blockheads we’ve sagely been told,
Was unknown to the fam’d navigators of old;
But this I deny, in terms homely and blunt,
For Botany Bay is the spot we call ⸺.
Toll de roll, &c.
Our ancestor Adam, ’tis past any doubt,