The New Hampshire Gazette And General Advertiser

From a late Irish Paper.

PADDY's ADDRESS to JOHN BULL

A NEW BALLAD.

Tune, Larry Crogan.

By your leave, gossip John?

By my faith, 'tis too long

Before we've play'd you a lilt, the same key on,

same key on ;

Don't turn the deaf ear.

Since our harp wants repair,

Faith, we've got other music to play on,

to play on.

Sixty thousand bold boys

Have contriv'd such a noise.

As now charms the ears of gay France sir,

gay France, sir ;

Nay, some folks go further,

(I hope 'tis no murder)

To say it would make a King dance, sir, King

dance, sir.

II.

Were you not cured dull.

When you took off the wool:

To leave us so much of the leather, the leather

It ne'er enter'd your pate,

That the sheep-skin well beat.

Would arouse the whole nation together.

together.

One and all, young and old:

None complain of the cold.

Tho' stripp'd to the skin and the bone, sir, the

bone sir :

All join the parade,

And shout out. A FREE TRADE

Or else I'll--you may let it alone, sir, alone, sir.

III.

Now what signifies

Your palaver and lies,

Can't you speak the blunt truth, plain and

civil, and civil?

Can't you say, gossip Patt,

You shall have this or that,

A FREE TRADE. or the road to the de-

vil. tho devil ?

By St. Patrick, my namesake,

I wish for the gamesake,

To see how we'd take this last answer, last

answer :

Not the cowardly Yankees

Lea gave them such thank-ye's,

Or the thund'ring armadas of France, sir, of

France, sir.

IV.

Our Commons made wise.

Have open'd their eyes,

And perceive their rent in a stew, sir, a stew sir:

Some steps must be taken

For saving their bacon,

A hanging or starving won't do sir, won't do sir.

A HALF YEAR's MONEY BILL,

Arrab can't you sit still?

Bless your stars that 'tis more than a quarter,

a quarter :

Then grant our request,--

By my faith, you had better--

Or, by Patrick, the next shall be shorter, be

shorter,

V.

But make me your friend,

And let all squabbles end,

My old heart will be light as a feather, a

feather;

While our joyful hearts sing,

And drink healths to the King.

Oagh, we'll dance both yourgh together,

together.

But remember the drum.

And take care how you hum,

For we Teagues are damn'd nice in our booze

sir, our booze, sir :

We'll make friends, or fight.

Just as you see right :

So I leave you at leisure to choose, sir, to

choose, sir.