The feast of the Grocers is not the same thing,
His son, Master Billy, is all for the King,
And therefore a different song we must sing
Oh, the back-stairs of St. James’s,
And oh, the St. James’s back-stairs.
Billy bluster’d and vapour’d, and gave himself airs,
He spoke for the people, and swore he was theirs,
Till Jenkinson usher’d him up the back stairs.
Oh, the back stairs, &c.
Dundas is his counsel, and Thurlow his guide,