One Morn as lately musing,
I went to the City to Poll,
Where Members then were a chusing,
I chanc'd to take up a Scrowl;
A stinging Jest by my Soul,
It afterwards happen'd to be,
For the first Words as I unroul'd
Were, Agree, you rich Cuckolds, agree.
Tho' the Author's Brains did ramble,
The Sence was poynant and strong,
I soon found by the Preamble,
'Twas made of the Trading Throng,
That to East India belong,
As by the matter you'll see,
For the Burthen still of the Song
Was, Agree, ye rich Cuckolds, agree.
Their golden Bags increasing,
The Old Company purse proud grew,
Till at last two Million raising,
Some others set up a New:
And they were for Trafficking too,
And cheating by Land and by Sea,
And swore they'd t'other undo,
Come agree, ye rich Cuckolds, agree.
Resolv'd to be thought thrifty,
They got Subscriptions like mad,
Some wrote Ten Hundred and Fifty,
A Thousand more than they had:
I thought 'em bewitch'd be gad,
Or that I some Vision did see,
But the Old to truckle they made;
Come agree, ye rich Cuckolds, agree.
A thousand Rogues and Cheaters,
In Cornhill, you'd hear them call,
The Tories, and the Tub-Meeters,
That roosted near Leadenhall.
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