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VGW(PA.737.012
28 Jan-4 Feb 1737:41 (27)
SONG.
[1]
I knew that the song, which I lately did send,
Wou'd give me great trouble and pain, in the end;
I mean not in answ'ring, mistake me not quite,
But in reading the stuff, which their worships wou'd write.
Derry down, &c.
[2]
I told them the truth, that their writings are vile,
That dull are their thoughts, and insipid their stile:
In answer to which, how ingeniously they,
By writing again, confirm all, that I say.
Derry down, &c.
[3]
'Tis strange they shou'd take such offence at the song,
And think, that I've done them injustice and wrong:
Had they kept the secret themselves, I declare,
I had ne'er told the world, what dunces they are.
Derry down, &c.
[4]
But surely they cannot now think me to blame,
Since they've taken such pains to publish their shame;
And eighteen or twenty times, and not less,
Have subscrib'd to the truth of the song, from the press.
Derry down, &c.
[5]
Androphonus boldly steps forth, in the front,
Resolv'd, like a hero, to bear all the brunt;
But says nothing in his, or his party's defence;
Since he only there pleads for the dog of good sense.
Derry down, &c.
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