The REASON.

I.

WHO be dat de Box do fit on?
Dat's de Driver of G—B—,
Whom all de Patriots do fit on,
II.

And der's young Billy in the Landau,
Wid new C—m—s in his Paw,
Dat make de Mongrel M—s withdraw,
III.

Who is dat on Fore-horse riding?
'Tis he de Coachman does confide in,
Of all de Hackneys to have de guiding,
IV.

See how de Pl—men pufh on Bobbee,
To fave der Place, and do der Jobbee!
Begar dey care not who dey robbe,

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V.

Who be dat wid five and forty,
So grave, so wife, and eke so dirty?
O dat's der Hero of de North-y.
VI.

See he bends with low Submission,
All thefe I'll make,—but make Petition,
Dat you will give dem all C—m—n,
VII.

Dat painted Butterfly so prim-a,
On wooden Pegajus so trim-a,
Is something—nothing—'tis a Whim-a,
VIII.

Here be Doctor Middle—tony,
Leading Ralpho de C—t Poney;
Wid de Trafh dey get der Money,

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IX.

See de B—ps in der Lawn-a,
By de Love of Mammon drawn-a,
On der Coachman how they fawn-a!
X.

Dere be Groom and Stable-Sweeper,
Chamber-Loon, and de House-keeper,
Praying der Wages mayn't run deeper,
XI.

And dere is John, de long Dragoon Sir,
Hark, he fwears and blufters Zoons Sir,
If dey clamour, knock 'em down Sir,

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Printed for T. COOPER, at the Globe in Pater-nofer-Row, 1741.
Published according to Act of Parliament. (Price Six Pence.)