Classic Poem

Come, honest Tories, a truce with your Politics;
Hoc age tells you in Latin as much:
Drink and be merry and — a Melancholy, nix!
'Tis de same ting do I speaks it in Dutch.
If old Diogenes lov'd altercation,
Had he, sir, a drop of good Wine in his Tub?
Mirth and Good-humour is our occupation:
Let this be the Rule of the Church-and-King Club.

Well do we know the Adelphi's miscarriages,
And the disasters of Johnny Burgoyne;
As to Beef-Stakes, no good fellow disparages
One who in battle finds leisure to dine .

Congo pretends (O good Lord, what a Fibber 'tis!)
Now to feel bold , and to fear no mischance.
As well might he say that he fights for their liberties ,
Whom he hath sold in a mortgage to France!

Soon shall you see a rebellious minority
Blush for the part they have acted so long;
Britain shall rouse and regain her authority:
Come then, a Bumper, and call t'other Song.
If old Diogenes lov'd altercation, &c.