The Romans once admir'd a Gander More than they did their chief Commander: 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; 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 such like hard Names ; Your Patience awhile with Submiffion I beg, I ftrive but to honour the Feast 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 bristle-back'd Foe did appear, He ramm'd in a Volume, and cry'd' Græcum eft. In this gallant Action such Fortitude shewn is, As proves him no Coward, nor tender Adonis; No Armour but Logic; by which we may find That Logic's the Bulwark of Body and Mind. Derry down, &c. Ye Squires that fear neither Hills nor rough Rocks, EPIGRAM on an EPIGRAM. ON I. NE Day in Chrift-Church Meadows walking, Says Ralph, a merry Wag, An EPIGRAM, if right and good, Be like a Jelly-Bug. Your II. Your Simile, I own, is new, But how do'ft make it out, quoth Hugh? Make it at Top both wide and fit And point it at the End*. N. B. This Epigram is printed from the original Manufcript, preferved in the ARCHIVES of the Jelly-Bag Society. An |