The SOUTH SEA Whim.

To the Tune of

T

in vain.

-To you fair Ladies.now

at Land, &c.

L.

O you fair Traders now a-fhore,
We South-Sea Cullies write,
Your kind Compaffion to implore,
This Ditty we indite

Pity your Brethren on the Main, •Compelled to change our Courfe

With a fa, la, &c.

H.

We are a wretched motley Crew,
More various than the Weather,
Made up of Debtors Old, and New,
Jumbled and tack'd together;

Tars, Soldiers, Merchants, Tranfports, Tallies,
Chain'd in a row like Slaves in Gallies.

With a fa, la, &c.

III. We

III.

We furnish'd Beer, We Guns and Balls,
: We Ships or Money Lent,
With Hemp enough to ferve them all,
O may it be fo spent !

And fince his Payments are fo few,
Give Cafar what is Cafar's Due.

With a fa, la, &c.

IV.

To fetch the Navy Pitch and Tar,
We paft the Stormy Sound;
But now our Debt's poftpon'd fo far,
We must take t'other Round,
And e'er we have our own again,
Muft shoot the Streights of Magellan.

With a fa, la, &c.

V.

And we poor Grafiers of the Plain,
Who ferv'd them Pork and Beef,
Must take hard Words inftead of Gain,
And Charters for Relief,

For found good Meat without a Hôgô,
They give us Bills on Terr' del Feugo.

With a fa, la,&c.7 »

·VI.

We honeft Tars, that oft come Home,

Without an Arm or Leg,

Muft hope no more for Trulls, or Rum,
But be content to beg :

Our Wages stop'd without Account,
The Crew is all turn'd o'er to Blunt.

With a fa, la, &c.

VII.

Two Scurvy Letters, R and
Did long the Sea infest,

Made fome Difpute and prove their Due,
But ftill they paid the reft;

This fweeping Torrent noné can Stem,
We're run a-ground on O, and M.

With a fa, la, &c.

VIII.

But come, my Lads, together ftand,
Let's fuffer this no more:
Shall we that on the Seas command,
Be Bully'd thus a-fhore?

No, no, my Boys, pull th' Helm a-Lee,

And heave the Rogues into the Sea..

With a fa, la, &c.

An Excellent New SONG, call'd, CREDIT restored, in the Year of our Lord God, 1711.

To the Tune of, Come prithee, Horace, bold ons up thy Heads I you my suf

LL Britains rejoyce at this Turn of the State,

Which refcu'd from Plunder the Na

tion

From this happy Year you for ever may date

Of Credit the Restoration.

La, la, &c.

To begin with the Bank, which the Learned

aver,

Of Credit the measure moft true is,

It flourishes fo, that One Hundred Pounds there, Now at least worth a Hundred and Two is.

La, la, &c.

Tho

Tho' once it was more, as the Faction does boaft,

Intrinfick worth never can vary :

Their Twenty and Seven, they find to their
Coft,

Like our Two is but Imaginary.
La, la, &c.

And to fhew that the Landed Interest rifes
In this happy Adminiftration,

Our Navy for Cheefe pays at leaft double Prices,
And Hogs are in high Reputation.

lo

La, la, &c.

And thus whilft our Statefmen, with vigilant Care,

Made all fuch Commodities dearer;

In the whole we have loft one Year's Tax for the
War.

And therefore the Peace must be nearer.
La, la, &c.

Next open to all a Subfcription-Book stood,

In which if fome Fools would not enter,
These Statesmen not only propos'd what was
Good,

But they likewife compell'd them to venture.
La, la, &c.

And fuch fair Accounts the Subfcribers will fee,
That furely there can be no loofing;
For Shepherd and Blunt the Directors fhall be,
With More of Her M-y's choosing.
La, la, &c.

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