SONG. [PART SECOND.] THE "SWINISH MULTITUDE's" REPLY TO BURKE's ADDRESS

Apostate! give over your eloquence, pray! No more on the subject of Monarchy say: Exalted in office, and fed by the Swine— If we should desert you, you'll catch a decline. Tumble down, down—down—come ye down!

But we cannot well brook to be called the Swine, Let man have his Rights, and the epithet's thine; Apostate thou art—and allur'd by the hire, Return like a sow that was wash'd—to the mire. Tumble down, &c.

Our thanks we return—you may think it a joke, For the blessed enquiry your writings provoke; We thank you for thwarting your own bad design; The bacon and pork are restor'd to the swine. Tumble down, &c.

No longer, like asses we tamely submit, And tremble like fiends at the mouth of a Pit;— You are but our servants, our delegate powers, If we speak but the word, you must fade, and like flow'rs Tumble down, &c.

Too long, it is true, we resembled the swine, And stood in the market all passive as kine. But no longer the grunting of swine ye shall hear The voice of the Lion, now pierces your ear. Tumble down, &c.

Apostate beware, and with caution advance; The ground you are treading is fertile as France; If you once overheat and inflame the Old Bull, He'll toss the rich dogs from their soft packs of wool. Tumble down, &c.

No longer, oppressor, insult the opprest; Our grievances may and they shall be redrest; In the fable your picture—behold in that glass— "The Lion was rous'd by the heel of an ass! Tumble down, &c.

If the best Constitution that ever was known; And the best of all monarchs is now on the throne; If his peers, and his statesmen, and laws are the best, They can be no worse—to be brought to the test. Tumble down, &c.

No longer thou sophist, attempt to deceive, To plunder, and blind us, and laugh in your sleeve; Apostate, thy payment, for pimping—depends On those you're insulting—and with them it ends. Tumble down, &c.

The faults of the people you freely make known, Whilst the mantle of charity covers the throne; But in France 'tis a doctrine the people know well, That kings are as apt, as the mob, to rebel— And come down, &c.

Proclamations we dread not—but rather desire, They say to the sleepers—"Arise and Enquire!" For the good of the nation no more do we seek, Than a New Proclamation, at least once a-week. Tumble down, &c.

The pow'r of enquiry no despot can bind, For millions already have freedom of mind: Let Reason be heard, and let Reason go round, And soon on the globe not a tyrant is found. Tumbled down, down—down, tumbled down!