The new Blackbird; A Satyr Musical. Being Remarks on some of our Allies, Occasioned by the States Deputys late refusing to assist the Duke of Marlborough.
MOunsieur grown too mighty,
Made half Europe grown;
Who for Causes weighty,
Joyn'd to pull him down
The Spread Eagle's glory,
Long Eclips'd had been,
Portugals John Dory
Gladly too, came in;
Hogan mogan biters,
Who our Fish devour,
Promis'd Troops of Fighters,
To compleat the Power:
Whilst in the Hawthorn Tree,
Terry, terry rerry rerry, sung the Blackbird,
Hey, terry rerry rerry, sung the Blackbird,
Oh what Allies have we.
Now their Word and Honour,
How these Chiefs regard;
Pray Sirs note the manner,
'Twill good mirth afford;
First the Imperial Widgeon,
Lately gone to rest,
Was for Romes Religion,
Fool'd by each sham Priest;
Schemes of War were Riddles,
Anxious to his Poll,
Whilst Cremona fiddles,
Charm'd his thoughtless Soul;
Then in the Hawthorn Tree, &c.
He that rules at Lisbon,
In next Scene survey;
Plagu'd ('tis said) in his Bone,
The Venereal way;
