Your rev'rence please some charity bestow,
will pay you double — when you're
there — you know.
"Heaven pay me double ! vagrant, know that
Ne'er give to strollers; they're so
apt to lie :
Your parish and some work would you become ;
away; — or constable's your doom.
May't please your rev'rence, hear my case, and
You'll say I'm poorer than the most of men.
When Marlbro' sieged
I first drew breath,
my father met untimely death ;
My mother follow 'd of a broken heart,
So I've no
friend or parish for my part.
" I say begone " — With
that he loudly knocks,
And Timbertoe began to smell the stocks :
he stumps: — but
in a rood or two,
He clear'd his weasand
and his thoughts broke thro.'
Thus 'tis to beg of those who sometimes preach
charity, and all the virtues teach ;
But their disguise to common
; — hypocrite
Send me, kind heaven, the well-tan'd captain's face,
Who gives me
twelve-pence, and a curse, with grace :
But let me not in house,
or lane, or street,
treble pension'd parsons ever meet :
And when I die, may I still
rough soldier to eternity.