BURKE's ADDRESS TO The "SWINISH*" Multitude!
[]Tune "Derry down, down." &c.
YE vile SWINISH Herd, in the Sty of Taxation,
What would ye be after?—diſturbing the Nation?
Give over your grunting—Be off—To your Sty!
Nor dare to look out, if a KING paſſes by:
Get ye down! down! down!—Keep ye down!
Do ye know what a KING is? By Patrick I'll tell you;
He has power in his pocket, to buy you and ſell you:
To make you all Soldiers, or keep you at work;
To hang you, and cure you for Ham or Salt Pork!
Get ye down! &c.
Do you think that a KING is no more than a Man?
Ye Brutiſh, Ye Swiniſh, irrational Clan?
I ſwear by his Office, his Right is divine,
To flog you, and [...]eed you, and treat you like Swine!
Get ye down! &c.
To be ſure, I have ſaid—but I ſpoke it abrupt—
That "the State is defective, and alſo corrupt."
Yet remember I told you with caution to peep,
For Swine at a diſtance WE prudently keep—
Get ye down! &c.
Now the Church and the State, to keep each other warm,
Are married together. And where is the harm?
How healthy and wealthy are Huſband and Wife!
But Swine are excluded the conjugal Life—
Get YE down! &c
The State, it is true, has grown fat upon SWINE,
And Church's weak Stomach on TYTHE-PIG can dine;
But neither, you know, as they roaſt, at the fire,
Have a [...]ight to find fault with the Cooks, or enquire.
Get Ye down! &c.
"What uſe do we make of your Money"—You ſay?
Why, the firſt law of Nature:—We take our own Pay—
And next on our Friends a few Penſions beſtow—
And to you we apply when our Treasure runs low.
Get ye down! &c.
Conſider our Boroughs, Ye grumbling SWINE!
At Corruption and Taxes, they never repine:
If we only Proclaim, "YE ARE HAPPY!"—They ſay
"WE ARE Happy!"—Believe and be Happy as they!
Get ye down! &c.
What know ye of COMMONS, of KINGS, or of LORDS,
But what the dim Light of TAXATION affords?
Be contented with that—and no more of your rout:
Or a new Proclamation ſhall muzzle your Snout!
Get ye down! &c.
And now for the SUN—or the LIGHT OF THE DAY!
"IT doth not belong to a PIT?"—You will ſay.
I tell you be ſilent, and huſh all your Jars:
Or he'll charge you a Farthing a-piece for the Stars.
Get ye down! &c.
Here's MYSELF, and His Darkneſs, and Harry Dundaſs;
Scotch, Engliſh, and Iriſh, with Fronts made of Braſs—
A cord platied three-fold will ſtand a good pull,
Againſt SAWNEY, and PATRICK, and old Johnny Bull III
Get ye down! &c.
To conclude▪ Then no more about MAN and his RIGHTS,
TOM PAINE, and a Rabble of Liberty Lights:
That you are but our "SWINE," if ye ever forget,
We'll throw you alive to the HORRIBLE PIT!
Get ye down! down! down!—Keep ye down!
Notes
*
☞ The following Paſſage is extracted ver⯑batim from Mr. BURKE's Reflections on the French Revolution, p. 117. "Along with its natural Protectors and Guardians, Learning will be caſt into the mire, and trodden down under the hoofs of a Swiniſh Multitude."
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