Classic Poem

To the Tune of , Fill every Glass, &c .

I.

Rejoice Britannia ,
For, full many a
Monster , thy darling Knight has slain.
Purg'd is the Venom of their Brain;
Damp'd is their drivling, scribling Strain;
Rejoice Britannia ,
For, full many a
Monster , thy darling Knight has slain.

II.

Bolder and Bolder
Grew the Freeholder ,
Till, bravely, Sir James , quite cut him down.
Cato then, next perplex'd the Town;
Cato ! whilom of Fair Renown!
But then the Fierce Knight
Soon put him to Flight;
And kill'd him, and his Epitaph did write.

III.

Last came the Dragon ,
Papist and Pagan,
The vilest of the many-headed Crew:
But the Chevalier at him flew,
And his Heart's-blood he fairly drew;
And felling down Mist ,
Upon him he pi — t,
And gave him the parting-Blow with his Fist.