1. Come shake your dull Noodles ye Pumpkins and bawl
And own that you're mad at fair Liberty's Call.
No scandalous Conduct can add to your Shame.
Condemn'd to Dishonor, Inherit the Fame—
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In Folly you're born, and in Folly you'll live,
To Madness still ready
And Stupidly steady,
Not as Men, but as Monkies, the Tokens you give.
2. Your Grandsire, old Satan, now give him a Cheer,
Would act like yourselves, and as wildly would steer,
So great an Example in Prospect still keep,
Whilst you are alive, old Belzee may sleep.
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3. Then plunder, my Lads, for when Red Coats appear
You'll melt like the Locusts, when Winter is near;
Gold vainly will glow; Silver vainly will shine:
But, Faith you must skulk, you no more shall purloin
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4. All Ages shall speak with Contempt and Amaze,
Of the vilest Banditti that swarm'd in those Days:
In Defiance of Halters, of Whips, and of Chains,
The Rogues would run Riot, damn'd Fools for their pains.
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5. Gulp down your last Dram, for the Gallows now groans
And Order depres'd her lost Empire bemoans;
While we quite transported and happy shall be,
From Mobs, Knaves, and Villains, protected and free.
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