A Song, to the Tune of, A Cobbler there was, etc. As the Devil was walking over Britain's fair Isle

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Song, to the Tune of, A Cobler
there was, &cetc..

1.

As the Devil was walking o’er Britain’s fair Isle,

George spied in his Phiz a particular Smile,

And said, my old Friend, if you have leisure to tarry,

Let’s have an account qtwhat makes you so merry.

Derry, &cetc..

2.

Old Beelzebub turn’dturned at a Voice he well knew,

And, stopping, cried, O BroyrBrother George! is it You?

Was my Business of Consequence ever so great,

I always find Time on [] my Friends for to wait.

Derry, &cetc..

3.

This Morning, at 7, I set out of Rome,

Most fully intending ere this to’veto have been home.

Pray, stay, stay (says George) &and took Hold of his Hand;

you know, that St James’s is at your Command.

Derry, &cetc..

4.

And qtwhat says yethe Pope? our Monarch begun,

And qtwhat does he think of our Enemy’s Son?

Why, first qnwhen I came there (old Satan replied)

He seem’dseemed to have very great Hopes of his Side.

Derry, &cetc..

5.

But soon from the North arriv’darrived an Express,

Wtwith Papers, that gave me great Joy, I confess:

Defeated was Charles, &and his Forces all gone.

I thought, on my Soul, I shou’d’veshould have leapt over the Moon.

Derry, &cetc.

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6.

Of Charles’s Descendants I’m only afraid,

AgtAgainst my Dominions their Projects are laid.

Was a Stewart to govern England again,

Religion &and Honesty then soon might reign.

Derry, &cetc..

7.

I oftentimes travel thro’through France &and thro’through Spain,

To visit my Princes, &and see how they reign;

But of all my good servtsservants north, south, East &and west,

(I speak it sincerely) George thou art yethe best.

Derry, &cetc..

8.

Our Monarch replied (looking wise as an Ass)

Pray, none of your Compliments, take up your Glass,

Tho’Though yethe Trouble I gave You e’nt much I must own,

But, as for Religion, you know, I have none.

Derry, &cetc..

9.

Then, as to my Offspring, there’s Feckie, my Son,

Whom, you wish &and I wish, may sit on the Throne;

For, by all Men of Wisdom &and Sense ‘tis allow’dallowed,

If he there does no harm, he’ll yrethere do no Good.

Derry, &cetc..

10.

There’s Billy, my Darling, my best belov’dbeloved Boy,

Can ravish, can murder, can burn &and destroy,

Just a Tool for You, ‘tis his nat’ralnatural Delight,

And likes it as well e’vryevery Whit as to fight!

Derry, &cetc..

11.

They shook hands at parting, &and each bid Adieu,

Old Beelzebub mutter’dmuttered these Words as he flew,

“May thou &and thy Offspring for ever reign on;

“For the Dev’lDevil can’t find such a Race qnwhen you’re gone.”

Derry, &cetc..

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