# The COURIER so ROUGH, and so HAIRY.
A NEW VERSION OF AN OLD SONG.

THE COURIER B______, unequall'd by any,
Who abroad, and at home, hath made sport, Sir,
When he found in our State, the Q______ had some weight,
To England he straight did resort, Sir.
From here to MILAN you will not find a man,
With cheeks so befrizzled and hairy,
As the man just come o'er, to his lusty old ______,
The great Courier, Baron B______.

When to Dover he came, *Mother Wood* the old Dame,
Bent to him with servile submission;

In an *Alderman's Gown*, she convey'd him to town,
To the *Nunnery*—a wholesome addition;

So much had been said, of this Man's hairy head,—
(Ye Ladies, the men cannot blame ye,)
When to windows you ran, to behold the Q______'s man,
The great Courier, Baron B______.

When through Knightsbridge he travell'd the ladies all
gravell'd,

Cried, Lord, what a glorious venture;

I envy the Q______ for each Polacco scene—
To practice, again he's sent here;

When up B______ lawn, the chariot was drawn,
Maids of Honour, in whom could no shame be,
Cried, bless his sweet mien, he'll still ride for the Q______,
The great Courier, Baron B______.

When he knelt to the Q______, Ladies peep'd from the screen,
What a *Giant* they cried, how divine, Sir;

Fit for R[ain] Sport—ah! who couldn't Court,

The *Grand MASTER* of *SAINT CAROLINE*, Sir;

They vow'd from their hearts, if men of such parts,
In Italy could be found many;

Like a Q______ they would ride, on a Don[ald] astride.
If mounted by men like B______.

The Dames of intrigue, form'd themselves in a league,
To take him in turn as a right, Sir!

BILLY A______ declared, that he couldn't be spar'd,
From guarding his M______ at night, Sir;

The lame K[P]—L C______, that gouty old Raven,
And others, the Muse thinks would shame ye;

Laid for work of all sort, none so capable for't
As the Courier, Baron B______.

Ah! cried an old jade, what a man for a maid,
No wonder a Q______'s heart he reaches;

I envy her itching—when patiently stitching
The rent's in her COURIER's breeches:—

Then *Mahomet's* dances, obscene, lewd advances,
For which there can never a name be;

I envy the Bath, said a Virgin in wrath,
Which was water'd by COURIER B______.

With aspect so bland, the Baron's soft hand,
He could turn to the meanest of uses;

The Fig-leaves would strip, from our first parents' hip,
And remedy household abuses:

At Villa-de-Este—as a *Harlequin* jest—,

And his *Columbine*, ah! it would shame ye,

When she shook her fat sides, and took rapid strides,
To disgrace with her COURIER B______.

Two Sisters of Fame, unto B______ came,
Long noted for very high feeding;

With heads made of W______, before him they stood,
Devoid of good sense, and good breeding:—

One swore "good and gracious," the Baron's Mustacio's,
Made his face look so furious and flame'y,

They thought the Q______ right, when she chose for her
knight,

The great Courier Baron B______.

Reader, look at the plate, of the Baron's estate,

Who late as a *Stable-boy* shone, Sir,

And the heart of Old Age, has fir'd with love's rage,
And on it erected his throne, Sir:—

Virtue, modesty, grace, shrinks back in disgrace,
In B______—GH-HOUSE none dare name ye;

LOVE, and *live as you may*, is the RULE OF THE DAY,
Says the Q______ and her COURIER B______,

That a tit'led old b______, many fools should applaud,
Is a thing which we can't reckon new, Sir;

To the regions of night—if she would take her flight,
The Devil would then get his due, Sir :

With zeal the most fervent, each foul foreign servant,
To Hell would go lies fresh to frame ye;

And the Q______'s interest there, no doubt would take care,
Of her favorite, The COURIER B______.

Let that WOODEN SLUGGIST, that old BREWER'S DRUGGIST,
Return to his Business once more, Sir;

In a Politic School, be no longer a fool,

And an advocate for an old W______, Sir:

For I swear by the Gods, the King has the odds
In his favour, for the loyal are many,

And the Q______ will at length, have to trust to the strength,
Of her great Mighty COURIER B______.

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