Against the Presbyterians, pray give me leave to rail,
Who ne'er had thirsted for Kings Blood, had they been Drunk with stale,
And a Toping, &c.
And against the Low-church Saints, who slily play their part,
Who rail at the Dissenters, yet love them in their Heart,
And a toping, &c.
Here's a Health to the Queen, let's Bumpers take in hand,
And may Prince G——'s Roger grow stiff again and stand,
And a Toping, &c.
Oh how we toss about the never-failing Cann,