Londonderry

My once lov'd Justass, I am griev'd to see, You torn to Peices by great Majesty. But then methinks I hear Hibernian grone, In Transylvania, where he's left alone, After Rejection he could not find one, Of all his Friends, to take him by the Hand, Your favour'd more I think by far then he, You made him Hang himself on tripple tree, If thi was known in Derry, I don't doubt, But they'd give you a severe'r flogging bout, Now I'm your friend, I'll lay the truth before we, And shortly as I can, I'll tell the story, Hail! mighty, mighty, Interest, doubly Hail! With Calves the Golden calf, must needs prevail, Tis like, likes like, only in this the Gold, Is more Illustrious, as'tis better mold; Blood thirsty Men, will still delight in blood, And Rebels always, make Rebellion good, Affirmatives for Negatives must pass, To favour Benby, brother Brute Justass, On this known truth, I will no longer dwell, You'll loose your Life, so now beware of H—ll.