Phenix Gazette

From a late London paper.
GREECE!
A King for Greece!--a King for Greece!
Wanted a "Sovereign Prince" for Greece!
For the recreant Knight
Hath broken his plight,
Some say from policy, some from fright,
Some say in hope to rule for his niece,
He hath refused to be King over Greece.
A King for Greece!--a King for Greece!
Where shall we find a King for Greece?
Score after score,
A hundred and more,
Candidates crowd round the Treasury door.
For Athens, and Thebes, and the Peloponnese,
All of them eager to reign over Greece.
Big O exclaims "Be the Diadem mine!
I sprang from chiefs of an elegant line,
The Mahonites swear
If to stand I should dare
I shall ne'er again sit for the County of Clare.
Oh! what will I do should Parliament cease?
Oh! make me the Sovereign Prince of Greece!"
Now nay, now nay, thou vagabond Dan,
In faith thou never may'st be the man,
Thou'lt cringe, and cry,
And bully, and lie.
Yet shrink from danger whene'er it comes nigh!
A Skulker in war, a Braggart in peace,
Thou never may'st be the Prince of Greece.
"Oh! I'll be King, and the nation shall thrive,
And I'll make one half-penny pass for five!
Subscribe! Subscribe!
Ye Chaw-bacon tribe,
Give Peel and Wellington each a bribe:
'Twill cost no more than a penny a-piece,
To buy Will Cobbett the crown of Greece!"
Now spare, now spare, thou grey-headed sinner,
The poor-man's purse for the poor-man's dinner!
In vain thou'dst rob it,
To Mob it, and job it,
[bett!
Thou never may'st reign thou wicked Will Cobbett--
Traitor to all parties, all to fleece,
A Vampyre were better than thou for Greece.
"Oh! I'll be King! oh I'll be King!
And the people for joy shall dance and sing,
For Lords shall mix
With layers of bricks.
And Chimney-sweeps ride in their coaches & six;
Then shout, boys, shout, nor your clamoring cease,
Till Henry Hunt is the Monarch of Greece."
Now nay, now nay, thou vain Blacking-man,
Thou wert fitter by far to be King of Japan;
Thy Reps, and Rapscallions,
And Tatterdemalions,
[medallions,
With their whitey-brown hats and their pewter
Fit subjects they for the new Police,
They never shall make thee the King of Greece!--
"Now tell me the price, now tell me the price!
Don't stand shilly-shally, nor be over-nice;
No matter how high,
I'll buy. I'll buy!
Then who'll be so great, or so grand as I!?
In my Diamond tiara and ermined pelisse,
No longer a Duchess but Queen of Greece!"
Now nay, proud Duchess, now nay, now nay,
No Queen, but Quean, which is spelt with an a!
Full shameful, I ween,
It were in a Queen
To booze on Kirsch Wasser and proof Maraschin,
About the, Witch!--thy Maudin caprice
Shall never, O never, give law to Greece!
A King for Greece! -Oh, who may he be?
--"Ye'll just gie the Souveran Croon to me!
The Siller's the thing
That makes a gude King:
To sic a fine pass the revenue I'll bring
Ye'll see the whole total hourly increase,
Gin ye'll mak Joey the King o' Greece!"
Now nay, now nay, thou pawkie auld Scot,
Thy knavery is not so soon forgot,
Thy tricks in the Loan
Are far too well known,
Thou 'dst "rob the Exchequer," and call it
thine own!
Now nay, friend Joey, ne'er think us such Geese,
That a Fox like thee should be King over Greece,
Alas for Greece!--Alas! for Greece!
We never shall find a fit King for Greece;
That Royal pair,
"Lance" and Chabot,
Are both of them burning to blaze away there,
Like William and Mary on a half-crown piece,
With heads conjoined to reign over Greece.
That never may be!--That never may be!
Tho' Satan were joined to make Fire-Kings three
No Quackified Gander,
Nor red Salamander,
May sit where sat Macedon's Great Alexander:
Oh! had we Sovereigns fiery as these
Who might insure the safety of Greece!
Alas for Greece'--Our hopes decrease.--
We must look for a King among the Chinese!
There's Dombrowski,
And Poniatowski,
Soltikoffs twenty,
And Romanoffs plenty.
Matuciewicz, Tchitchagov,
(Enough to give a witch a cough,
Pole and Russ,
All making a fuss,
With Germans and Dutch,
The sceptre to clutch--
Van Rump, Van Frump-
Van Beest, and Van Trump!
There's Prince Esterhazy,
So rich and so lazy;
There's Prince Emilius,
Looking so bilious;
And Count Capo d'Istria,
Famous in History;
With Wurtemberg Paul,
And the Devil and all.
French, Swiss, Spanish and Piedmontese,
All of them mad to reign over Greece!
Oh, Jupiter! Sire of Gods and Men,
To thine own Olympus return again!
Bring back Mercurius,
Thy son, though spurious,
And Phebus and Juno,
And Hebe, whom you know;
Sweet little Cupid.
Who strikes people stupid.
With Bacchus and Venus.
And Pan and Silenus,
And the rest, who at school used so much to chagrin
Restore, once more,
To thy Classical Shore
Her bright olden Age and her Glories of Yore
(Two phrases I've borrow'd from honest Tom Moore.!)
From Soree Seraskiers,
Whisker'd up to his ears;
From States,
And Knaves,
And Fools,
And Tools,
Thine own fair realm at length release,
And send us a Patriot Prince for Greece