Such assemblies you, might swear,
Meet when butchers bait a bear;
Such a noise, and such haranguing,
When a brother thief is hanging:

Such a rout and such a rabble
Run to hear Jack-pudden gabble:
Such a crowd their ordure throws
On a far less villains nose.

Let them with their gosling’s quills,
Scribble senseless heads of bills,
We may while they strain their throats,
Wipe our a———s with their votes.

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