His friends rejoic'd ; — fanatics drown'd
Did hide themselves like rabbits in a burrow.
one spark of grace,
saint-like virtue in the Stuart's race ;
Knives, — ropes, — and gallows,
conscience kept in sight,
And butcher's cleavers broke their sleep
The royalists, whose treasures paid the cost,
Who friends — blood — parents — all — had for him lost,
Expected justice, and to be employ'd.
And seiz'd of lands their ancestors enjoyed.
But mark a Stuart : — he forsook his friends;
Cherish'd his foes? and all for courtier's ends
Rewarded Rebels ! — pension'd babes of grace !
Kept old friends out — and hypocrites in place !
So I have seen in these our modern times,
Some men rewarded for
rebellions crimes ;
Plaids and blue bonnets smil'd upon with
Enrich'd with pensions, and
adorn'd with place,
Whilst every patriot's frown'd upon with scorn,
with taxes, grievous to be born !
Poor England's loaden till his sinews crack,
And quite broke down with weights upon his back ;
bald, o'ercome with care
But ease expects not whilst a R——mp doth reign.
You half French-Britons can you loll at ease,
As under vines,
rul'd y such ——ngs as these ;
Who when they're smitten
on the dexter jaw,
Can turn the other,
fulfil the law?