“Wat Tyler”—“Rhymes on Blenheim”—“Waterloo.”
He had written praises of a regicide;
He had written praises of all kings whatever;
He had written for republics far and wide,
And then against them bitterer than ever;
For pantisocracy he once had cried
Aloud, a scheme less moral than ’twas clever,
Then grew a hearty Anti-Jacobin—
Had turn’d his coat—and would have turn’d his skin.
He had sung against all battles, and again