The New Hampshire Gazette And General Advertiser

The ROYAL ADVENTURER.

PRINCE William of the Brunswick race,
To witness George's sad disgrace,
The royal Lad came over,
Rebels to kill by Right divine
Deriv'd from that illustrious line,
The beggars of Hanover.

So many chiefs got broken pates
In vanquishing the rebel States,
So many nobles fell,
That George the third in passion cry'd
"Our royal blood shall now be try'd;
'Tis that must break the spell."

To you (the fat pot valiant SWINK
To Digby said) dear friend of mine,
To you I trust my boy,
The rebel tribes shall quake with fear,
Rebellion die when he appears;
My tories leap with joy."

So said, so done—the boy was sent,
But never reach'd the continent,
An island hold him fast—
Yet there his friends danc'd rigadoons,
The Hessians sung in high Dutch tunes
"Prince William's come at last"

"Prince William comes!"—the Briton cry'd
The glory of our empire wide
Shall now be soon restor'd—
Our Monarch is in William seen,
He is the image of our Queen,
Let William be ador'd!

The tories came with long address.
With poems groan'd the Royal press
And all in William's praise—
The boy astonish'd look'd about
To find their vast dominions out,
Then answer'd in amaze,

"Where all your empire wide can be,
Friends for my soul I cannot see
It's but an empty name;
There wasted islands and a town
In rubbish bury'd—half burnt down
Is all that we can claim:

I am of royal birth. 'tis true,
But what alas, can princes do,
No armies to command?
Cornwallis conquer'd and disgrac'd
Sir Henry Clinton grown a jest—
I curse—and leave the land."