Written for a Club in the Country

I’m a plain, homely, man, and now take up my pen, sir, To counteract the tenets of Paine’s “Rights of Men,” sir, Free and happy I enjoy the harvest of my labours, And never interfere, but to comfort needy neighbours.

CHORUS—Row, row, row, I’m for peace and quietness, Not row, row.

I cherish and retain still each old-fashion’d notion, Of order, freedom, property, security, devotion; I’d rather have our king, than Tom Paine the lord protector, And I’ll combat, with my life, ev’ry plund’ring projector.