our sad decay in churd state
surpasses my descriving:
the whigs cam' o'er us for a curse,
an' we hae done wi' thriving.
awa' whigs, &c.
grim vengeang has taen a nap,
but we may see him wauken:
gude help the day when royal heads
are hunted like a maukin!
awa' whigs, &c.