Poems by Sir John Carr
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No blue eyes ever known, nor had she beauteous been, sir,
The envy of our old rival hag she might have baffled, sir, Nor with her guiltless blood have crimson'd o'er the scaffold, sir. Detested be, &c. She dress'd just like a porcupine, and din'd just like a pig, sir, And an over-running butt of sack she swallow'd at a swig, sir! Her brawny maids of honour ate and drank confounded hard, sir, And droves of oxen daily bled within her palace-yard, sir! Detested be, &c. In ruling she was wonderous tyrannical and surly; If a patriot only touch'd on the Queen or Master Burleigh, She'd send a file of soldiers in less than half an hour, sir, Just to bid him make his speeches to the prisons of the Tow'r, sir! Detested be, &c. REBECCA, _A Ballad_. Rebecca was the fairest maid That on the Danube's borders play'd; And many a handsome nobleman For her in tilt and tourney ran; While fair Rebecca wish'd to see |
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