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Princes were born, and drums were banged ; Now and then batches of Highwaymen hanged.
“Glorious news !”—from the Spanish Main ; PORTO-BELLO at last was ta'en.
“Glorious news !"-for the liquor trade; Nobody dreamed of “BEAU BROCADE.”
People were thinking of Spanish Crowns ;
Nobody dreamed of “ BEAU BROCADE,” (Only DOLLY the Chambermaid !)
Blessings on VERNON! Fill up the cans ;
Possibly, JOHN the Host had heard ;
And Dolly had possibly tidings, too,
Plump as ever, but stern of eye,
Lingering only at John his door,
Saddling the gray mare, Dumpling Star;
(The old horse-pistol that, they say, Came from the battle of Malplaquet;)
Loading with powder that maids would use, Even in “Forty,” to clear the flues;
And a couple of silver buttons, the Squire
These she wadded-for want of better-
Looked to the flint, and hung the whole,
Thus equipped and accoutred, DOLLY
Such was the name of a ruined abode,
Thence she thought she might safely try,
But, as chance fell out, her rein she drew,
By the light of the moon she could see him drest In his famous gold-sprigged tambour vest;
And under his silver-gray surtout,
That he wore when he went to London-Spaw,
Out-spoke DOLLY the Chambermaid,
But the Beau rode nearer, and would not speak, For he saw by the moonlight a rosy cheek;
And a spavined mare with a rusty hide;
So never a word he spoke as yet,
Out-spoke DOLLY the Chambermaid, (Tremulous now, and sore afraid,) “Stand and Deliver, O 'BEAU BROCADE'!"
Firing then, out of sheer alarm,
Button the first went none knows where,
Button the second a circuit made,
Down from the saddle and never stirred !
Slipped not less from the mare, and bound
Then, lest his Worship should rise and flee,
Jumped on his chestnut, Bet the fleet (Called after Bet of Portugal Street);
Came like the wind to the old Inn-door ;-
Vowed she 'd 'peach if he misbehaved ...
Staines and Windsor were all on fire:-
But whether His M-1-STY saw her or not,
And something of Dolly one still may trace
GEORGE the Gua Aled over the sea :
Turned King's evidence, sad to state;-
As for the BEAU, he was duly tried,
Served--for a day—as the last of “sights,"
Went on his way to TYBURN TREE,