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R170393 MOst certainly none / From the Planets last shone, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 820 THE / Association. THE Association. THE Association. ?-? J. Spoorn

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MOst certainly none From the Planets last shone, Cou'd promise such Days wou'd advance, That the Worst of the Nation Shou'd joyn Reformation, Who Sold us so lately to France. With ONE HEART and VOICE, Cry'd they we Rejoyce, Tho' Two as distinctly before, As Black is from White Or Day from the Night, Or True Heir from the Son of a Wh-- Quoth Hermodactyl, None knew by my Style, Whether I was a Whig or a Tory, So I 'ave Room to declare With the Rest for the Heir, And there is an end of the Story. Codicil look'd askew, For already He knew, He had set down his Name but too often, That it look'd as uncouth As in being the Mouth, What He heartily hated to soften; Howe'er there's my Name: And I must the same, Quoth Gambol; tho lately a Bully, I fear I must stand With Papers in Hand At the Door like a poor sneaking Cully. Will Wildfire cry'd, Zounds! This our Project confounds, Yet I must subscribe in my Turn, And smile with the Rest, feeling the Jest, While inward I heartily mourn. Atty Brogue with more ease (Being what the Times please) Subscrib'd, for the Circle before He fully had run, And when that is done, Will run round a Thousand such more. The rest of that Tribe, Turn'd each one a Scribe, And slap'd down their Names or their Mark, And then clos'd their Eyes, Like a Man when he dies, And is going somewhere in the Dark. But what is the Devil, They're grown now thus civil, Their Principles timely to alter, Not from Virtue or Sense, They are Shams and Pretense, But only the fear of a Halter.
Printed, for J. Spoorn, near the Strand. Pr. 1d