London, Pub'd by M. Humphrys, 6½ Sainsbury's, 3 June 16, 1825.

WALTZING.

WHILST WELLINGTON, with patriot zeal,
Devotes himself from morn till night
To martial life, for Britain's weal,
And teaches nations how to fight,
Some Sons of Ton, who seem at home
To stagnate in " inglorious ease,"
Though duty does not bid them roam
In quest of dangers, 'cross the seas,
Step forward from among the rest
Of Bond-street Beaux, seen every day,
For strong ambition fires each breast
To give the world somewhat to say.

"BE ours," they cry, "'tis all we ask,
Thus absent from the bloody fight,
Be ours the dear delightful task,
Nimble to waltz throughout the night."
Their service to the Fair they tend
To guide them thro' the devious way;
Around their waists their arms they bend,
And bid the music slowly play.
Loud twangs the Harp to German measure,
While gracefully these Heroes twirl;
Their fair companions share the pleasure,
But giddy grow as round they whirl.

AND quicker now the music plays,
And round, and round, and round they go;
"See how they hug," the Harper says,
"This dance would suit the Maids below!"
And is it thus, ye daughters fair
Of far famed Albion's happy Isle,
Ye, with whom none could *once* compare
For chaste demeanor, free from guile;
And is it thus, unblushingly,
That ye your charter can resign,
Or think that Foreign levity
With British manners may combine!

NO man of sense will ever make,
How great so-e'er may be her charms,
His wife of her whom he must take
From waltzing Partner's circling arms.
Then henceforth give not cause to say,
Thus sadly ye degenerate,
Or ye may chance to rue the day,
And see your error when too late,
Each country has it's native dance,
And custom reconciles to all;
But none, with truth, can e'er advance,
That Waltzes suit an English ball.