A Sword is like a chair, you'll find,
Becaufe 'tis moft an end behind.

'Tis like a Key, for 'twill undo one;
'Tis like a Purge, for 'twill run through one,
'Tis like a Flea, and Reafon good,
'Tis often drawing human Blood.
Why like a Beggar you fhall hear,
'Tis often borne before the Mayor.
'Tis like the Sun becaufe 'tis gilt,
Befides it travels in a Belt.

"Tis like the Dutch we plainly fee,
Because that state, whenever we
A Push for our own Int'reft make,
Does inftantly our Sides forfake.

The moon-Why when all's faid and done,
A Sword is very like the Moon:

For if his Majefty, (God bless him)

When County Sheriff comes t' addrefs him,

Is pleas'd his Favours to bestow

On him before him kneeling low,

This o'er his Shoulders glitters bright,

And gives the Glory to the Knight [Night] "Tis like a Kilderkin, no Doubt,

For 'tis not long in drawing out.

'Tis like a Doctor, for who will Difpute a Doctor's Pow'r to kill ?.

But

But why a Sword is like a Whale,
Is no fuch easy thing to tell.

But fince all Swords are Swords, d'ye fee,
Why let it then a Backsword be:
Which, if well us'd, will feldom fail

To raise up fomewhat like a Whale.

The

SNIP E.

An HUMOROUS BALL A D.

By the Same.

Tune, Abbot of Canterbury.

I'LL tell you a ftory, a ftory that's true,

A ftory that's difinal, and comical too;

It is of a Friar, who fome people think,

Tho' as fweet as a nut, might have dy'd of a stink. Derry down, down, hey derry down.

This Friar would often

go out with his gun,

And tho' no great marksman, he thought himself one; For tho' he for ever was wont to miss aim,

Still fomething but never himself was to blame.

Derry down, &c.
It happen'd young Peter, a Friend of the Fryar's,
With legs arm'd with leather, for fear of the briars,
Went out with him once,, tho' it fignifies not
Where he hired his gun, or who tick'd for the fhot.
Derry down, &c.

Away these two trudg'd it, o'er hills and o'er dales,
They popt at the partridges, frighten'd the quails;
But, to tell you the truth, no great mischief was done,
Save fpoiling the proverb, as fure as a gun.

Derry down, &c.

But

But at length a poor Snipe flew direct in the way, In open defiance, as if he would fay,

"If only the Friar and Peter are there,

"I'll fly where I lift, there's no reason to fear.'

Derry down, &c.

Tho' little thought he that his death was fo nigh,
Yet Peter by chance fetch'd him down from on high i
His fhot was ramm'd down with a journal, I wift,
The first Time he charg'd fo improper with Mist.
Derry down, &c.

Then on both fides the fpeeches began to be made,
As-I beg your acceptance-O! no fir, indeed-
I beg that you would fir,for both wifely knew,
That one Snipe could ne'er be a fupper for two.
Derry down, &c.

What the Friar declin'd in a most civil fort,
Peter flipt in his pocket; the de'el take him for't!
But were the truth known, 'twould plainly appear,
He oft times had found a longer Bill there.

Derry down, &c.

Hid in his pocket the Snipe fafely lay,

While a week did pafs over his head and a day,
Till the ropes for a toast too offenfive were grown,

And were fmelt out by ev'ry nose but his own.

Derry down, &c.

The

The Friar look'd wholesome it must be agreed,
So no one could fay, whence the flink fhould proceed $
Where the flink might be laid, tho' no one could fay,
'Tis certain he brought it and took it away.

Derry down, &c.

At fight of the Friar began the perfume,
And scarce he appeared but he scented the room:
Snuff-boxes were held in the highest esteem,
And all the wry Faces were made where he canie.
Derry down, &c.

;

As the place he was in it was call'd this and that
In his room 'twas a close-ftool, or elfe a dead rat ;
In the fields where he walk'd for fome carrion 'twas
'Twas a fatt at the Angel and pass'd for a jest. (guest,
Derry down, &c.
At length the fufpicion fell thick on poor Tray,
Till he took to his heels and with speed ran away;
Thought the Friar poor Tray I'll remember thee foon,
If I live to grow fweet I'll give thee a bone.

Derry down, &c.
For he knew that poor Tray was most highly abus'd,
And if any, himself, thus deferv'd to be us'd:
For 'twas certainly he, whom elfe could he think;
'Twas certainly he that muft make all the ftink.

Derry down, &c. So when he came home he fat down on his bed, His elbow at diftance fupported his head;