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T207143 O, Bless my poor heart, when I think on a king, / How far a poor Snob is from such a fine thing! Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 289751 A Royal Salute of 21, from Snob-Hall. A Royal Salute of 21, from Snob-Hall. A Royal Salute of 21, from Snob-Hall. 1795-1795

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POP 1. O, Bless my poor heart, when I think on a king, How far a poor Snob is from such a fine thing! With wonder I stare, when for certain I hear, The station requires a round million a year. POP 2. How happy am I, that it is not my fate, To be crushd with the weight and the care of a state! Nor could I a million require with a grace, Till with the brass pan I had well rubbd my face. POP 3. I am sure that the King has enough for to do, To take care of himself, and to care for us too; With wisdom and care how his brains he must rack, Ah, the scull must be thick, or Im sure it would crack. POP 4. Tis an excellent plan---King, Commons, and Lords; And many an excellent place it affords; Should matters the Lords and the Commons oerwhelm, Weve a Solomon then to take hold of the helm. POP 5. Parading abroad, how the multitudes gape, When at home all around him palaver and scrape. We robe him, we feed him; before him we fall, And what is it for?---I say nothing at all. POP 6. To save a few millions who would be so strange, A Monarchy for a Republic to change. OEconomy shines in Republicks, I know, But monarchy makes us a galantee show. POP 7. Supporting of Kings, and their prodigal race, Republicans say, is a pick-pocket case; In ruling a people they say they dont want em, That all their parade is no more than a phantom. POP 8. Come, honest Republican, tell me downright, Are you sure we are wrong, and clear you are right? When with plenty of gold weve adornd the Kings station, Do you count him no more than the Doll of the nation? POP 9. We can do without him, no doubt we can have, And more than a million a year we might save. But whats that among us---neer mind it I say, When he goes to the House we shall have an huzza! POP 10. If I were a King, and had too the gold, Id honestly say, my dear boys, ye are foold, I shall go to my stall, to be useful I choose, And there I can knobble and cobble your shoes. POP 11. Twenty millions a year we draw in, I suppose; But tis not a poor cobler can tell where it goes.
Our long-headed Statesmen can tell where it rolls; I am here my with my awl to tra[n]slate their bad souls. POP 12. The national cash, I will venture to say, By Statesmen and Kings, has been squanderd away. But our King, without doubt, with Pitt and Dundas, As long as they rule, will take care of the BRASS. POP 13. The cowardly Statesmen of Louis the King, Dispersed and left him, for fear they should swing: But if the Republican Boys should come hither, I hope our good Statesmen will all hang together. POP 14. Tho a Cobler, Im not to be feard, you shall know, Like a child at a pit, or some great buggaboo, The world upsidedown is not yet come to pass, To be bridled, and whipt up by any Jack Ass. POP 15. I have nothing to give to Reeves contribution, No firelock or pike to alarm Constitution: But he that would press down the poor till they groa[n] Id beat him like leather upon my lapstone. POP 16. Against the Republic of France, many knaves Are combind, and the Despots have led out their slaves: Great Belzebub joins them to fight for the Pope, For all are afraid they have had out their scope. POP 17. You see the fine lads are all got in a pet; The Republican potion it gives them a sweat; So Puffey at last is come out of the bag, And Monarchys only a National Hag. POP 18. We ought to believe when the Bishops advance, No honour, no rule, no religions in France: These FALLALS they tell us, as grave as a parrot, To be sure, Sir, they blush---but tis only with claret. POP 19. The gabies among us most terribly stare At the horrible things the high Statesmen declare, The monstrous relations (as true as Tom Thumb) They gobble and swallow as clean as a plumb. POP 20, Our famd Constitution cry out the rare fellows; What wonderful news these philosophers tell us! The Republic of France too, I wish mighty Fame, Prosperity, Peace, and an Immortal Name. POP 21. Now I leave State Affairs, tho much might be said, To those mighty deep ones who let out the head, Ill whistle and sing, tho their wisdom may tax, My last, and my awl, and my ends, and my wax.
CRISPIN. (PRICE TWO PENCE).------[Entered at Stationers-Hall.]