Verse 1
The First and Second George were wise,
And understood a faction’s price;
Little account of those they made,
That from mere principle obey’d,
But purchas’d with an annual bribe
The votes of the Dissenting tribe;
Who serv’d with flaming zeal and hearty,
The heads of their own favour’d party.

Verse 2
Why are they chang’d to George the Third,
And never give him a good word?
His rebels why do they embrace,
And spit in a mild monarch’s face!
“Because he slights his father’s friends,
And the three kingdoms comprehends,
All sects and parties reconciles,
Alike on Whig and Tory smiles:
Aims at impossibilities,
And studies friends and foes to please;
Because our pensions he withdraws,—
And if he starve the good, old cause,
And if he nothing more advance—
No longer pipe, no longer dance!”