Since we address’d our royal sire;
And beg’d he’d scorn all whiggish fears,
And we would help to blow the fire.
War’s flame did blaze both far and near,
And Europe’s powers against us join’d:
Our fleets were beat, our armies fled,
We sued for peace, and bought it dear.
It’s true the whigs, these knavish rogues
All cried, our mischiefs North began:
But what care we for barking dogs;