An excellent new ballad, giving a full and true relation how a noble lord was robb'd of his birth-day cloaths, and how the same afterwards appeared, and were burn'd on the Pretender's own back at Charing Cross, February 6th, 1713. To the tune of, To you fair ladies now at land, &c.
[London,
1714]
"On the fate of some silk suits imported after the treaty of commerce with France" (Foxon).
"Ye weavers all of Spittle Fields,".
ESTC
Foxon,
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