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The Spaniard, fore against his Will,
O FORTUNE, 'tis a Scandal for thee,
PROUD Baronet of Nova Scotia,
COME, Spaniard, let us from our Farms Call forth our Cottagers to. Arms; Our Forces let us both unite, Attack the Foe at Left and Right ; From * Market-Hill's exalted Head Full Northward let your Troops be led : While I from Drapier's-Mount descend, And to the South my Squadrons bend: New River walk with friendly Shade, Shall keep my Host in Ambuscade ; While
you, from where the Bafon ftands, Shall scale the Rampart with your Bands. Nor need we doubt the Fort to win ; I hold Intelligence within. True, Lady Anne no Danger fears, Brave as the Upton Fan she wears : Then, left upon our firft Attack Her valiant Arm should force us back, And we of all our Hopes depriv'd; I have a Stratagem contriv'd; By these embroider'd high Heel Shoes, She shall be caught as in a Noose : So well contriv'd her Toes to pinch, She'll not have Power to ftir an Inch : These gaudy Shoes must † Hannab place Direct before her Lady's Face. The Shoes put on; our faithful Portress Admits us in, to storm the Fortress ;
* A Village near Sir A - A + My Lady's Waiting-Maid.
While tortur'd Madam bound remains,
But, let us on our first Alfault
* The Butler. + The House-keeper. li The Agent.
Yet, when we dine without a Friend,
For Hannab; when we have no need of her: 'Twill be our Int’rest to get rid of her ; And when we execute our Plot, 'Tis best to hang her on the Spot ; As all your Politicians wise Dispatch the Rogues by whom they rife.
The Description of an Irish-Feast, tran
jated almost literally out of the Ori
Translated in the Year 1720.
ROURK's noble Fare
Will ne'er be forgot,
Or those who were not.
His Revels to keep,
We fup and we dine,
Fat Bullocks and Swine.
In Pails was brought up,
And a * Madder our Cup.
We rise with the Light,
From snoring all Night.
My Pipe it was broke,
I lost my new Cloak:
Of Mantle and || Kercher,
The De'il take the Searcher.
Bur first by your Favour,
Ay, this hath some Savour :
Ne’er dreamt of the Matter,
And musical Clatter,
# Wooden Vessel, | Handkerchief,