He left him what was better yet, To stay, unless he ruled the sea, He thought would not be right, sir, And Continental troops, said he, Another cause with these combined, VOL. II.-23 Tired out with happiness, the frogs "Famed, as we are, for faith and prayer, But can we think great good was meant us, "Which numbers crushed they fell upon, "Great Jove," they croaked, "no longer fool us, None but ourselves are fit to rule us; We are too large, too free a nation, No courtiers now their friends deceive For what they made 'em once believe Our nobles-Heaven defend us all! I'll nothing say about 'em; Our gentry are a virtuous race, Fond of true honor's noble chase, The ladies dress so plain indeed, No tradesman now forsakes his shop, Or takes his dealer at a hop Through interested views. No soaking sot forsakes his spouse Our frugal taste the State secures, For luxury's turned out of doors, From hence proceeds the abundant flow No pleasure-chaises fill the streets, Nor crowd the roads on Sunday; So horses, ambling through the week, Obtain a respite one day. All gaming, tricking, swearing, lying, For modern youth's so self-denying Yet are red heels and long-laced skirts, Now housed in York he challenged all, At minuet or all 'amande, And lessons for a courtly ball His guards by day and night conned. This challenge known, full soon there came, De Grasse and Rochambeau, whose fame And Washington, Columbia's son, Now hand in hand they circle round His music soon forgets to play— Now Tories all, what can ye say? Come-is not this a griper, That while your hopes are danced away, 'Tis you must pay the piper? THE CONGRESS. [Tory Song, to the tune of " Nancy Dawson." Printed in Towne's Evening Post. 1776.] |