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De Carver (Jernie me want Patiance)
  Shewing your Soveraign rule;
In spite to dese happy occasions,
  With his base Hammer and Toole
Among all de rest of de Nations,
  Make, make, maka me look like one fool.

De East and Nort Britains are merry,
  Dresse and dere humours are fitt;
De Irish Smile as if down derry,
  Newly had tagg'd her great Witt;
But me, as if past Charons ferry,
  Look, look just as if me were Besh—t.

Brave Peace our Grand Monarch does give you,
  Blessing your Subjects at home;
And derefore me tink it should greive you,
  Seeing me look like a Mome;
Strong Dunkirk does likewise receave you,
  Which, which is begar ver pretty Plum.

Rare Mirth your wise Land is enjoying,
  Finding mon Grand Maitre true;
De Army he keep all defying,
  Give cause ver me to Laugh soe;
Yet here in dis Posture of crying,
  Mine Phiz lowrs as 'twould make a Dog spew.

In fine den me humbla Petition,
  Vor Majesty would appear;
And order one better Incission,
  Min clowdy visage to clear;
For in dis confounded condition,
  Mort dieu me have Grand shame for sit here.