If Noisy Tom[1] Should In The Senate Prate, "That He Would Answer Both For Church And State; And, Farther, To Demonstrate His Affection, Would Take The Kingdom Into His Protection;" All Mortals Must Be Curious To Inquire, Who Could This Coxcomb Be, And Who His Sire? "What! Thou, The Spawn Of Him[2] Who Shamed Our Isle, Traitor, Assassin, And Informer Vile! Though By The Female Side,[3] You Proudly Bring, To Mend Your Breed, The Murderer Of A King: What Was Thy Grandsire,[4] But A Mountaineer, Who Held A Cabin For Ten Groats A-Year: Whose Master Moore[5] Preserved Him From The Halter, For Stealing Cows! Nor Could He Read The Psalter! Durst Thou, Ungrateful, From The Senate Chase Thy Founder'S Grandson,[6] And Usurp His Place? Just Heaven! To See The Dunghill Bastard Brood Survive In Thee, And Make The Proverb Good?[7] Then Vote A Worthy Citizen To Jail,[8] In Spite Of Justice, And Refuse His Bail!"[9]