"Force being twice in vain apply'd,
He condescended then to reason;
'Ye Jacobitish ——,' he cry'd
'In open street, the love of treason
With your white roses to proclaim!
Go home, ye rebel slut, for shame!'
V.
"'Go you abroad to Flanders yonder,
And show your valour there, Sir Knight;
What bus'ness have you here, I wonder,