For I had turn’d a Tory:
I cursed the Whigs, no more in place;
I damn’d their moderation,
And swore they shook the Church’s base,
By sinful toleration.
And this is law, &c.
Now that the Ministry relent,
And Erin’s sons look big, sir,
I feel a soft’ning sentiment,
Which makes me half a Whig, sir.