Firing then, out of sheer alarm, Button the first went none knows where, Button the second a circuit made, Glanced in under the shoulder-blade ;— Down from the saddle fell "BEAU BROCADE"! 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 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-J-STY saw her or not, HOGARTH jotted her down on the spot; And something of DOLLY one still may trace GEORGE the Guard fled 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, Every privilege rank confers: Bouquet of pinks at St. Sepulchre's; Flagon of ale at Holborn Bar; Friends (in mourning) to follow his Car("t" is omitted where HEROES are!) Every one knows the speech he made; Waved to the crowd with his gold-laced hat: Turned to the Topsman undismayed And this is the Ballad that seemed to hide "Humbly Inscrib'd (with curls and tails) By the Author to FREDERICK, Prince of WALES :— "Published by FRANCIS and OLIVER PINE; Ludgate-Hill, at the Blackmoor Sign. Seventeen-Hundred-and-Thirty-Nine." |