EDMUND BURKE's Address to the Swinish Multitude

Ye Swinish Multitude who prate, What know ye 'bout the matter? Misterious are the ways of state, Of which you should not chatter. Our church and state, like man and wife, Together kindly cuddle: Together share the sweets of life, Together feast and fuddle.

Then hence ye Swine nor make a rout, Forbearance but relaxes; We'll clap the muzzle on your snout, Go work, and pay your taxes.

Ye apron men to labour bred, How dare ye thus to quarrel; We'll take your children's beer and bread, And you shan't smell the barrel. 'Tis ours to take your needful scot, When e'er we lack assistance; Passive obedience is your lot, And humble non-resistance. Then hence ye Swine, &c.

How dare you rail at noble lords, Remember Richmond's power: To bind you neck and heels in cords, Bastile you in the Tower. Stormount and we shall break your hearts With writs and declarations; And Fox no longer takes your parts, Or vindicates the nations.

Then hence ye Swine, &c.

No reformation you shall have, We tell it to your faces; Make every mother's son a slave, And yet we'll keep our places, In vain you swear at Billy Pitt, At George in vain you grumble; We'll take two thirds of all you get, To keep you poor and humble,

Then hence ye Swine, &c.

Equality, that crime abhor'd, Of this you dare to prattle: Of different clay, is made my lord, He shepherd, you the cattle. So hence ye herds, and graze below, Where'er he bids be jogging, First lick the dust from off his toe, Or patient bear his flogging.

Then hence ye Swine, &e.

Now when we see you mend your lives, And live in humble quarters: We'll let you kiss in peace your wives, Nor tax for new born daughters. Let us at will reap all you've sown, Nor deal in turn vexation; John Bull should bear, and never frown, Beneath immence taxation.

Then hence ye Swine, &c.

Remember all I say, for shame, I say ye Swine remember; Or else we'll play you such a game. We did in last November. Our proclamations sent about, 'Tis Billy Pitt shall plan 'um, Of plots that never yet came out, Except of Richmond's cranium.

Then hence ye Swine, &c.

My mandate should you now neglect, Ye multitude of grunters; We'll tax ye still, without respect, To feed us fortune hunters. Chains, gibbets, axes, soon shall rise, And batter in terrorum And you ye Swine, shall greet our eyes, By dangling high before them.

Then hence ye Swine, nor make a rout, Forbearance but relaxes: We'll clap the muzzle on your snout, Go work and pay your taxes.