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That he, contrary to all law,

An oath did frame and make,
Compelling the militia

The' illegal oath to take.
Free-quarters for the army, too,

He did exact and force;
On Protestants his love to show,

Than Papist used them worse.
On all provisions destined for

The camp at Limerick,
He laid a tax full hard and sore,

Though many men were sick.
The sutlers, too, he did ordain
For licences should

pay, Which they refused with just disdain,

And fled the camp away.
By which provisions were so scant,

That hundreds there did die,
The soldiers food and drink did want,

Nor famine could they fly.
He so much loved his private gain,

He could not hear or see :
They might or die, or might complain,

Without relief, pardie.
That, above and against all right,

By word of mouth did he,
In council sitting, hellish spite,

The farmer's fate decree ;
That he, O Ciel, without trial,

Straightway should hanged be; Though then the courts were open all,

Yet Nero judge would be.

No sooner said, but it was done,

The Bourreau did his worst; Gaphny, alas! is dead and gone,

And left his judge accursed.
In this concise, despotic way,

Unhappy Gaphny fell,
Which did all honest men affray,

As truly it might well.
Full two good hundred pounds a-year,
This
poor

man's real estate, He settled on his favourite dear,

And Culliford can say't.
Besides, he gave five hundred pound

To Fielding his own scribe,
Who was his bail; one friend he found;

He owed him to the bribe. But for this horrid murder vile

None did him prosecute; His old friend help'd him o'er the stile;

With Satan who dispute ? With France, fair England's mortal foe,

A trade he carried on; Had any

other done't, I trow, To Tripos he had gone. That he did likewise traitorously,

To bring his ends to bear, Enrich himself most knavishly;

O thief without compare !
Vast quantities of stores did he

Embezzle and purloin;
Of the king's stores he kept a key,

Converting them to coin.

The forfeited estates also,

Both real and personal,
Did with the stores together go;

Fierce Cerberus swallow'd all. Meanwhile the soldiers sigh’d and sobbed,

For not one souse had they ;
His Excellence had each man fobbed,

For he had sunk their pay.
Nero, without the least disguise,

The Papists at all times
Still favour'd, and their robberies

Look'd on as trivial crimes.
The Protestants, whom they did rob

During his government,
Were forced with patience, like good Job,

To rest themselves content.
For he did basely them refuse

All legal remedy;
The Romans still he well did use,
Still screen'd their

roguery: Succinctly thus to you I've told

How this Viceroy did reign,
And other truths I shall unfold ;

For truth is always plain.
The best of queens he hath reviled,

Before and since her death;
He, cruel and ungrateful, smiled

When she resign'd her breath.
Forgetful of the favours kind

She had on him bestow'd,
Like Lucifer, his rancorous mind,

He loved nor her nor God.

But listen, Nero, lend thy ears,

As still thou hast them on; Hear what Britannia says, with tears, Of Anna dead and

gone : . Oh! sacred be her

memory, For ever dear her name; There never was, or ere can be,

A brighter, juster dame. · Bless'd be my sons, and eke all those

Who on her praises dwell ;
She conquer'd Britain's fiercest foes,

She did all queens excel.
• All princes, kings, and potentates,

Ambassadors did send;
All nations, provinces, and states,

Sought Anna for their friend.
In Anna they did all confide,

For Anna they could trust;
Her royal faith they all had tried,

For Anna still was just.
Truth, mercy, justice, did surround

Her awful judgment-seat;
In her the Graces all were found,

In Anna all complete. • She held the sword and balance right,

And sought her people's good; In clemency she did delight,

Her reign not stain'd with blood. • Her gracious goodness, piety,

In all her deeds did shine, And bounteous was her charity,

All attributes divine.

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Consummate wisdom, meekness all,

Adorn’d the words she spoke, When they from her fair lips did fall,

And sweet her lovely look.
· Ten thousand glorious deeds to crown,

She caused dire war to cease;
A greater empress ne'er was known,
She fix'd the world in

peace.
• This last and godlike act achieved,

To Heaven she wing'd her flight;
Her loss, with tears, all Europe grieved,

Their strength and dear delight.
• Leave we, in bliss, this heavenly saint,

Revere, ye just, her urn;
Her virtues, high and excellent,

Astrea gone we mourn.
• Commemorate, my sons, the day

Which gave great Anna birth; Keep it for ever and for

aye, And annual be

your

mirth.' Illustrious George now fills the throne,

Our wise, benign, good king;
Who can his wondrous deeds make known,

Or his bright actions sing !
Thee, favourite Nero, he has deign'd

To raise to high degree !
Well thou thy honours hast sustain'd,

Well vouch'd thy ancestry.
But pass—These honours on thee laid,

Can they e'er make thee white ?
Don't Gaphny's blood, which thou hast shed,

Thy guilty soul affright?

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