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As our small clothes, by prudes,
are pronounc'd inexpressibles;
And the taste of our Beaux won't
admit of dispute, Sir,
When they ride in their slippers,
and walk about in boots, Sir Such are, &c

Our language is refi'd too,
from what was of yore Sir,
As a shoe string's the dandy,
and buckles quite a boré, Sie:
And if rais'd from the dead,
it wou'd sure poze the noddle, Sir,
Of a bake spege(illegible text), to tell what's
the she Tippy, or the Twaddle, Sir Such, &c

Then for props of the state,
what can equal in story Sir?
Those two stately pillars call'd
a Whig and a Pony, Sir;.
Though by shifting their ground,
they sometimes get so wrong, Sir,
They forget to which side of
the house they belong, Such are, &c

But as props of their strength,
and uprightness may boast, Sir,
Whilst the proudest of pillars
may be shook by a post, Sir;
May the firm friends of freedom
her blessings inherit, Sir,