John Adams' Son, my Jo, John, 'twould be a maister stroke, Gin ye could put to death soon, that fellow Roanoke; Ye've tried to prove him mad, John, but oh, it will na do, He is na mad nor Tazwell fou, John Adams' Son, my Jo. John Adams' Son, my Jo, John, ye've climb'd the highest steeple, But dinna tak it in your head to scorn the Sov❜reign People; Ye're getting Ultra Fed', John, and lift too high your pow, Draw in that cloven foot, ye de'il, John Adams' Son, my Jo. John Adams' Son, my Jo, John, turn down to earth your eyes, And dinna taĺk o' building "Light Houses o' the Skies;" Quit "Exploration" schemes, John, and ilka thing forego, They ca' unconstitutional, John Adams' Son, my Jo. THE VICAR OF BRAY. In my good Father's royal days, All Democrats were Jacobines, Agog for Revolution; And "Rights of Man" were but the means To kick up some confusion, And this is true I will maintain, And so will Hen y Cl y, sir. That ev'ry man who wants to reign, Must be a Vicar of Bray, sir. When Jefferson obtained the throne, I felt a deep conviction: In Congress Hall I made it known, The Terrapin was then the thing, Most worthy imitation, And not such geese as Pickering; And this is true I will maintain, That ev'ry man who wants to reign, When Madison eclips'd Monroe, I did my service tender, And soon was sent a Plenipo, The loaves and fishes thus I got, And this is true I will maintain, That ev'ry man who wants to reign, When James the Second proved to be, "The star of the ascendant," I plotted my catastrophe, As I was still dependent And so you see it came to pass In Fortune's wild vagary, "Write poor Dogberry down an ass,' But write me Secretary: And this is true I will maintain, That ev'ry man who wants to reign, Must be a Vicar of Bray, sir. Great Britain once I did adore, But now I took my cue, sir; Her greatness, pshaw! twas all a bore, And I began t' abuse her I kept a sharp lookout ahead, And this is true I will maintain, That ev'ry man who wants to reign, When Jemmy's eight long years were gone, I'm free to be confessor, I fix'd my eye upon the throne, I play'd old Talleyrand once more And this is true I will maintain, That ev'ry man who wants to reign, So Hal and I were cup and can, And triumph'd o'er the great Hang-man, T' Arbuthnot and Ambrister! We boldly argued him unfit, To fill such lofty stations. Who I myself before had writ Was right by laws o' nations: And this is true I will maintain, And so will Hen y Cl y, sir; That ev'ry man who wants to reign Th' illustrious Coalition, and "Safe precedent succession," For these I'll join both heart and hand, "While I can keep possession;" And by my plighted faith, dear Clay, With you I will not palter, And you shall have my place one day, "Unless my mind should alter :" And this is true I will maintain, That ev'ry man who wants to reign 156939 And now I'm firmly seated high, I may have some opinion, I need no longer now deny I hate the Old Dominion Her stubborn pride must now succumb, Her strength be lost by fractures, We've got her down beneath our thumb, By dint of manufactures: And this is true I will maintain That ev'ry man who wants to reign No longer palsied will we sit, And from Light Houses of the Skies, And this is true I will maintain TO TOBACCO. Food fills the wame an' keeps us livin' The wheels o' life gae downhill, screivin; Some talk of black eyed girls and blue, Tobacco!! give me thee to chew Oh! fragaant plant where'er you are, Crown him the first of Bards, by far, I love to sit and see thee curl'd Unto the winds my cares be hurl'd: When thou dost titilate my nose, Ah! wretched he who never knows When cold compelleth us to wheeze And what so soon can raise a breeze He who'd of ev'ry ill be rid, Has but to take a monstrous quid Into the mouth, let it be slid And draw the breath Then, like the reckless Richard Fid, There's scarce a man in all this nation, No matter what may be his station But keeps you in some sort of fashion Your Tradesman with his hardy fist, |