Sidmouth, Canning, Londonderry Liverpool

GEO. IV.

D.York

Caroline

Wool

(THIRD EDITION.)

## Fracas Royal Extraordinaire.

### New Version.

cried George, who dare my will resist,
My word shall ne'er be shaken,
But York convinc'd him with his fist,
That he was quite mistaken.

A battle Royal now took place,
And York tipt George to it freely,
That spoilt his Chinese looking face,
But George 'tis said was reely.

To loggerheads still on they went,
The Army was the cause on't,
But Royal George to York soon bent,
And sued to make a pause on't.

The Bottles flew, the Claret run,
The Chandelier was crack'd so,
And mighty George cried out, I'm done!
You see my Eye he's black'd so.

'Twas in God's speed Lord Londonderry,
With Speed with Canning,
Came in to save the Royal Tool
From getting a good tanning.

Said Castlegh I know the Cause,
York's for your Royal Rib, Sire;
Your Majesty shall have New Laws,
You know we never gib, Sire.

Says Wiz Barlow, with face demure,
Divorce!----we'll soon obtain it;
Another Consort we'll ensure,
His end---York ne'er shall gain it.

As for the Jade, most mighty King,
Our Green Bags, they'll soon match her,
A Thousand hired Rogues we'll bring,
And G.L.F.f.R.D's sure to catch her.

Let Hobhouse, Wood, and Burdett swear
For Caroline and Freedom,
But let the Radicals beware,
Our Spies will soon mislead 'em.

cried Elton, should this royal brush
Be brought upon the tapis,
The matter up we'll strive to hush,
And prove that York the Ape is.