The V____ Committee framing a Report.
Bad according to Act of Parliament Aug. 12, 1782 by C. Atkinson, and sold in, Mark Lane.!! let the gullit Jade wince!

The COMMITTEE.
A New Song for the Year 1782.

I.

ALL you, who would guefs at the Word call'd Committee,
Attend to my Song, and I warrant I'll fit you;
But of what you shall hear pray don't squeak like a Moufe,
As it happen'd, indeed, in the P*********t House.

Derry down, &c.

II.

It happen'd, I won't pretend how long ago,
One A******** would his INTEGRITY flew,
When publicly charg'd by the FRIENDS OF THE NATION
Of having been guilty of deep PECULATION.

Derry down, &c.

III.

I'm as guiltlefs, fays he, as the Child that's unborn,
Of o'ercharging their Malt, their Oats, Peas, or their Corn;
Though Corn altogether no Doubt they may be,
I agreed with the V********, and had but MY FEE.

Derry down, &c.

IV.

As the Man spoke so fairly, what more could be done
Than appoint a COMMITTEE to bring the Cafe on ?
For who could have thought that this SCANDALOUS ELF
Would have fat on this very Committee HIMSELF ?

Derry down, &c.

V.

W**B***D in the Chair, attending all the Reft,
B**G**NE in a fenfible Speech them addrefs'd;
When, fome how or other, old BAM, AIR, and K**KE,
Conceiv'd that the Whole was a poor Piece of Work.

Derry down, &c.

VI.

BAM bullied the Evidence, 'tis plain, for Hire,
Affited therein by his flaunch LAWYER, AIR;
Yet in private they faid, and 'tis certainly true,
His Caufe was so BAD they could ne'er bring him THROUGH.

Derry down, &c.

VII.

For burning his Books, and his Oath too denying,
We all muft agree, was a new Mode of lying;
His LIGHTERMAN, too, was in Wickedneſs ripe,
When he faid with his BOOKS that he LIGHTED HIS PIPE.

Derry down, &c.

VIII.

Though TWITCHER appointed him unto that Place,
He was diſcharg'd from it with SHAME and DISGRACE.
Take Warning, my Friends, by his MERITED FALL,
Left you lobe a Plenty, by gраſping at all.

Derry down, &c.

IX.

For ſo was the Dog in the Fable betray'd,
Who let go the Subſtance to ſnap at the ſade;
At his LofS, like the Dog, he long may have repin'd,
Unpity'd by all HONEST MEN in their Mind.

Derry down, &c.

X.

Then here's to SIR PHILLIP, (my Friends, puff it round,)
And all the Committee who HONEST were found;
May each worthy Member fill ſlick to his Tenet,
While A******** trembles at the Name of one B**NN**TT.

Derry down, &c.