With National Razors good store,

We’ll pepper and shave him,

And in the Thames lave him—

How sweetly he’ll bellow and roar!

What the villain likes worse,

We’ll vomit his Purse,

And make it the guineas disgorge;

For your Raphaels and Rubens

We would not give two-pence;

Stick, stick to the pictures of George.