ON THE D. OF BEDFORD'S ARRIVAL IN IRELAND 1768. I. SOFTLY fweet in Lydian measure, II. Let no din of frightful war With dread alarms his fancy scare ; III. You vile, you venal, flavifh band, IV. But let the gently lulling lute Ye V. Ye matrons, twine the olive wreath, Ye maids, who have not loft a spouse, VI. Ye ladies fair, fhew your regards, And ftrew the streets with heaps of cards; VII. Ye fons of ALMA, tune your lays, Whofe valour won immortal fame. VIII. Chiefs, who the fword for freedom drew,, Alike to prince, and people true; IX.. Laft in the glorious record be X. In these bright patterns of renown, XI. Defcribe his dangers on the main, XII. Display, to the admiring nations, XIII. The loffes tell, which haughty Spain XIV. Describe the fall of GALLIC pride, THE THE MIDDLESEX ELECTION. BALLAD ON THE SAME OCCASION; TO THE TUNE OF CHEVY CHASE. GOD profper long our noble king, And eke his fubjects too; And grant fuch deeds as now I fing We never more may rue. In feventeen hundred fixty-eight, Grim death did on our member wait, O! then a writ was iffu'd out, When as the day advanced nigh, And Horne (who fcorns to tell a lye) Some worthy wights, the Lord knows who, Of Irish ftrength affur'd, Provided many a gallant crew, Such Such crowds to Brentford town did hie, While thousands knew not where to lie, At length the fatal morning came, O had it ne'er arriv'd! For many a wight crawl'd home quite lame, Soon as the rifing fun had clear'd With ribbon and with ftar bespread, The ferjeant held his head upright, For confcious fill was he, That those who do the deed that's right, Mr. O'Murphy too was there, His bus'nefs was to ftrut and ftare, And find or make a flaw. Count 7 |