Who fills the butchers’ shops with large blue flies?

Who thought in flames St James’s court to pinch?

Who burnt the wardrobe of poor Lady Finch?—

Why he, who, forging for this isle a yoke,

Reminds me of a line I lately spoke,

“The tree of freedom is the British oak.”

Bless every man possess’d of aught to give;

Long may Long Tylney Wellesley Long Pole live;

God bless the Army, bless their coats of scarlet,

God bless the Navy, bless the Princess Charlotte;