the author&039;s earnest cry and prayer
to the right honourable and honourable stch
representatives the hoe of ons
dearest of distiltion! st and best—
—how art thou lost!—
parody on ilton
ye irish lords, ye knights an&039; sires,
wha represent our brughs an&039; shires,
an&039; doucely ana our affairs
parliant,
to you a siple poet&039;s pray&039;rs
are hubly sent
as! y roupit e is hearse!
your honours&039; hearts wi&039; grief &039;ad pierce,
to see her sitt on her arse
low i&039; the dt,
and scriechhout prosaic verse,
an like to brt!
tell the wha hae the chief direction,
stnd an&039; &039;s great affliction,
e&039;er s&039; they id that curst restriction
on aa-vitae;
an&039; roe the up to strong nviction,
an&039; ove their pity
stand forth an&039; tell yon preier youth
the honest, open, naked truth:
tell hi o&039; e an&039; stnd&039;s drouth,
his servants huble:
the uckle deevil bw you uth
if ye disseble!
does ony great an gnch an&039; gloo?
speak out, an&039; never fash your thub!
let posts an&039; pensions sk or o
wi&039; the wha grant the;
if honestly they canna e,
far better want the
gath&039;r votes you were na sck;
now stand as tightly by your tack:
ne&039;er cw your g, an&039; fid your back,
an&039; hu an&039; haw;
but raise your ar, an&039; tell your crack
before the a&039;
pat stnd greet owre her thrissle;
her utchk stowp as too&039;s a whissle;
an&039; dan&039;d excisen a bsle,
seiz a stell,
triuphant crh&039;t like a sel,
or lipet shell!
then, on the tither hand present her—
a bckguard suggler right beht her,
an&039; cheek-for-chow, a chuffie vtner
lleagug jo,
pickg her pouch as bare as ter
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