A TRIBUTE, &c, SONG

The pride of the nation is Sweet Willy O! The pride of the nation is Sweet Willy O! The people around His virtue resound, So great is the fame of the Sweet Willy O!

He would be a statesman, the deep Willy O! He would be a statesman, the deep Willy O! From our low abyss To raise us to bliss, Was the ambition of Sweet Willy O!

The king is delighted with Sweet Willy O! The king is delighted with Sweet Willy O! His WISHES to crown He taxes us down G. R. is before us wherever we go!

The poor are enraptur'd with dear Billy O! The poor are enraptur'd with dear Billy O! If taxes are high, And burthen'd they cry, They find their relief in the PIT—Billy O!

How free are the stars! O the kind Billy O! Yet how tempting the sight to a PIT—Billy O! Tho' great the amount, He takes no account, Because computation would puzzle him so!

The SUN is shut up in a PIT—Billy O! The Ruler of Day in a PIT!—Billy O! To buy Light and Air, To the PIT we repair, Our blessings are all in the PIT—Billy O!

Long life, light, and health to the Sweet Billy O! Thy foes let a darkness surround, Billy O! How should we get bread, If Willy was dead! Taxation would fall in thy Pit—Billy O!

To see him interr'd in the Pit—Willy O! To see him interr'd in the Pit—Willy O! How would your thoughts run Upon the free SUN! When darkness encloses the PIT BILLY O!

The staircase as dark as the Pit—Willy O! Where scarce the right step we can hit, Billy O! Once more the broad day Would clearly display, And chase thy black relic away, Billy O!

An end to our darkness and Pit—Billy O! Our sun will arise when you set, Billy O! The houses long blind Their eyes would soon find, And shed a sweet tear on thy Pit, Billy O!