His mutton was in silver serv'd

And his gingerbread was gilded.

In Dura's plain, this prince profane,
A golden giant set up,

So big the guildhall giants he
Could both of them have eat up!
A swinging dog, taller than Og,
The monster-king of Basan;
Colbrand and Pantagruel eke

He would have turn'd his

on.

Forthwith the monarch gave command

That men of every nation

Should to his idol bow the knee,

And pay him adoration:

And certain honest Israelites,

Who disobey'd his motion,

He in a fiery furnace cast,

To kindle their devotion;

To broil and spitchcock 'em like eels

It was his royal pleasure:

Yet scap'd unsear'd each Hebrew beard

No God-a-mercy-'Nezzar !

For, furnace-proof, Shadrach and Co.

Combustibles were lost on;

Faith had envelop'd them, I trow,
With gabardine ἄκαυσον : *

Abash'd the tyrant stood amidst
His parasites and pandars,

To see his bonfire set at nought
By a leash of Salamanders:

But when a brother of their tribe

His bond produced, and boasted

He'd be too hard for WILKES, sly JOHN

The Jew completely roasted.

CHORUS.

JOHN WILKES he was for Middlesex, &c.

Your Ostrich, he will swallow brass,

And iron he loves dearly:

He'll pick up a gross of tenpenny nails
As cocks and hens do barley.

Powell, as some folks take small beer

To cool 'em when they 've drank hard,
Steep'd in his brandy capsicum,

Like burrage in cold tankard:

And redhot coals, instead of rolls,

Ate for his breakfast duly,

* The breast-plate of faith. 1 Thess. v.

Who, through faith, quenched the violence of fire. Hebr. xi.

Burnt brimstone, gunpowder, and pitch,
To him were soup and bouillie:
Sky-rockets, 'stead of sausages,

Ran hissing down his weasen;

Wash'd down with aqua-fortis strong,
To keep his guts from freezing.

The Dragon of Wantley churches ate,
(He us❜d to come on a Sunday)
Whole congregations were to him
A dish of Salmagundi :

He gave no quarter, no not he,
To clergymen or laymen:

Crack'd ev❜n the Sexton's jobberknowl,

And spoil'd him for saying amen:
He pouch'd the Prebendaries all,

Who ne'er gave him an ill word;

Snapp'd up the Dean, as snug in his stall
As a maggot in a filbert.

The Corporation worshipful

He valued not an ace,

But swallow'd the Mayor, asleep in his chair,

And pick'd his teeth with the mace.
He brows'd on monumental brass

Fix'd in the wall o' th' cloysters;

And shoals of bawling choristers
He ate, like scallop'd oysters.

He quarrell'd with the steeple clock
And ate him while he was striking;
Bell-ropes he munch'd for chitterlings,
Tho' they wer'n't so much to his liking:
Tombstones and monuments he took
For pills to cool his palate;

And cropt the church-yard yew-trees all

They serv'd him for a sallad.

The organ that so loud did roar
Devour'd he in his frolick;

And batten'd on the bellows-blower,
For he fear'd not the wind-colick.

To 'scape his sacrilegious maw

This Dragon he gave none chance,

But swallow'd the knave that set the stave,

And felt no qualm of conscience:

Parsons were his black-puddings, and

Fat Aldermen his capons;

And his tid-bit, the collection plate
Brimful of Birmingham halfpence.
Clerks, Curates, Rectors, Bishops ate
This Dragon most uncivil;

And (but he never comes to church)
He would have eat the Devil.

But the men of Aylesbury esteem
JOHN WILKES a greater rarity:

They made Him trustee for their school,
And He swallow'd up the Charity.

CHORUS.

JOHN WILKES he was for Middlesex,
They chose him knight of the shire:
And he made a fool of Alderman BULL,
And call'd Parson HORNE a liar.