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PP-P.782.027
2 Mar 1782:33 (11/853)
A MERRY SONG ABOUT MURDER.
Published in London, for the Anniversary of the General
Fast, the 21st of February 1781, and hawk'd about the
streets by the Ballad-Singers.
There was-- and is a very great fool,
Who fancy'd all subjects were slaves;
Who endeavour'd at absolute rule,
By the help of a parcel of knaves:
Now cutting of throats was his joy;
And making red rivers of blood:
A fine button his favourite toy,
Tho' his habits were not very good.
Toroddle, toroddle, toroll.
. . . [4 verses with burden, "Toroddle, &c."]
[Poem refers to Charles Yorke, who, according to a note, cut
his throat after quitting the King's service]
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