The Grocer’s Delight, or a Sugar Plum for Master Billy.
When good George the Second did sit on the throne,
A Pitt we could boast, and a Pitt of our own,
A true Whig was he to the very back-bone.
Oh, the true Whigs of old England,
And oh, the Old English true Whigs.
He went to the city to dine with the mayor,
The King and the Queen, and the courtiers were there,
The people huzza’d him, which made the King stare.
Oh, the true Whigs, &c.