His Arguments in giddy Circles run Still round and round, and end where they begun Scarce mend the Lumps, and bring them out to Bears. } THE CELEBRATED SONG OF THE ALL-SOULS MALLAR D. GRIFFIN, Buftard, Turkey, Capon, Let other hungry Mortals gape on; And on the Bones their Stomach fall hard, The Romans once admir'd a Gander More than they did their chief Commander: Because he fav'd, if some don't fool us, The Place that's call'd from the Head of Tolus. Oh! by the Blood, &c. The Poets feign'd Jove turn'd a Swan, But let them prove it, if they can: As for our Proof 'tis not at all hard, For it was a swapping, fwapping MALLARD. Oh! by the Blood, &c. Swapping he was from Bill to Eye; Swapping he was from Wing to Thigh; Oh! by the Blood, &c. Therefore let us fing and dance a Galliard, Let us dabble, dive, and duck in Bowl. Oh! by the Blood of King Edward, A SONG In Honour of the Celebration of the BOAR'S HEAD, At QUEEN'S COLLEGE, OXFORD. Tam Marti quam Mercurio. Sing not of Roman or Grecian mad Games, The Pythian, Olympic, and fuch like hard Names; Your Patience awhile with Submiffion I beg, I ftrive but to honour the Feaft of Coll. Reg. Derry down, down, down, derry down. No Thracian Brawls at our Rites ere prevail, Though we honour a Boar, we won't make ourselves Swine. Derry down, &c. F 3 Great Great Milo was famous for flaying his Ox, Derry down, &c. Stout Hercules labour'd, and look'd mighty big, That the ftouteft of Boars, could not fave his own Bacon. Derry down, &c. So dreadful this briftle-back'd Foe did appear, You'd have fworn he had got the wrong Pig by the Ear. But instead of avoiding the Mouth of the Beast, He ramm'd in a Volume, and cry'd — Græcum eft. Derry down, &c. In this gallant Action such Fortitude shewn is, Ye Squires that fear neither Hills nor rough Rocks, |