THE GRAND REVOLUTION! Tune-" The Tight Little Island." Ye Whigs now attend, and list to a friend, Ev'ry nerve let us strain for the Patriots of Spain, Huzza for the brave Revolution ! Success to the brave Revolution! "When Boney invaded their country, and waded But then there was no Revolution! They only fought then for their king back again, “We once made a rout, most valiant and stout, Poor, thick-headed calves, they were rebels by halves, "Then we spouted for weeks, in aid of the Greeks, None thought of the Greek Revolution, "But Spain, with true bravery-spurning her slavery, Success to her brave resolutions! And just to collect contributions, So to feasting they went, on a Friday in Lent, The Spaniards push'd hard their petition But they met with a balk, for Whigs are all talk, They didn't ask Hume, for fear, in a fume, So they left him to fight in the Commons all night, He there with much circumlocution, Moved many a wise resolution, While the still wiser Whigs were feasting like pigs, Don Holland, of Kensington, while his Whig friends in town, As the Whigs had for years rung peace in our ears, So Mackintosh made an oration, As bold as a war proclamation, Then finished his boast, with this apposite toast, Then leave 'm to prate, and spout, and debate, THE COURT OF POYAIS. A NEW SONG FOR THE NEW WORLD. BY THE POYAISIAN POET LAUREATE. Tune-" Packington's Pound." Old Europe is quite worn out-while the West Protectors and Presidents sprout every week. * In 1822, a year remarkable for its stock-jobbing bubbles, it will be remembered a person styling himself Sir Gregor M'Gregor, and, in virtue of a certain contract with his Majesty Frederic Augustus King of the Mosquito nation, Cacique of Poyais, contrived to open a loan for the amount of 200,000l. a large proportion of which was actually subscribed. In pursuance of his scheme, he appointed various ministers of state, officered several regiments, and bestowed a liberal allowance of titles and orders. Green was, appropriately enough, selected by his highness as the national colour; there were green hussars, green knights, green commanders—and green horns in sufficient abundance to furnish forth handsomely his new principality. In addition to this, two or three ship-loads of miserable creatures were sent out as emigrants, and landed on the Mosquito shore, in North America, where, on the western side of Black River, the pleasant realm of Poyais was supposed to lie. They found, indeed, an unwholesome tract of unreclaimed swamp, on which, by the gracious permission of Frederic Augustus, who entirely repudiated all connexion with Sir Gregor, they were allowed to live, as long as famine and fever would let them. Most of these poor wretches His Highness is now just about to create And a government framed, On views which great Thistlewood's self had not blamed ! Make haste, jolly boys, for the foremost will get The English is this The early will get what the tardy may miss. His Highness (God bless him) in candour, now deigns May appear second hand, But they'll rise when they touch that regenerate land ! So a fig for King George and his old-fashioned sway! And hey for Macgregor, Cacique of Poyais! To the care of the public finances, he names My Lord Mack-a-boo, better known as Sir James— perished miserably; some few, wasted with hunger and sickness, were fortunately brought off. The kingdom of Poyais is still, we believe, to let. |