1. DEBATE OVER CONSTITUTION

Talk of Holland & Greece, and of purses & swords,
Democratical mobs and congressional Lords:
Tell what is surrendered and what is enjoy'd,
All things weigh alike, boys, we know, in a void.
Down, down, &c.
Much joy, brother printers! the day is our own,
A time like the present sure never was known:
Predictions are making-predictions fulfil,
All nature seems proud to bring grist to our mill.
Down, down, &c.
Huge Comets once more thro' the system will stroll,
The Moon, they inform us is burnt to a coal;
Old Saturn is tumbling-the Sun has a spot,
The world and its glory are going to pot.
Down, down, &c.
All Europe, we hear, is in horrible pother,
They jockey, they bully and kill one another:
In Holland, where freedom is lustily bawling,
All's fighting and swearing, and pulling & ha[u]ling.
Down, down, &c.
The Empress and Poland fresh mischief are carving,
The Porte is in motion, and Ireland is starving,
While the Dey of Algiers, sirs, so haughty is grown,
That he swears by the prophet, the WORLD's all his own.
Down, down, &c.
In England, blest island!5 what wonders we view,
NORTH blind as a bat,6 Lord GEORGE GORDON a Jew;7
Or halters or peerage on HASTINGS8 await,
And faction pro more, dismembers the state.
Down down, &c.
PRINCE GEORGE9 has relinquish'd the stews for the church,
And struts like a true-blue in Solomon's porch:10
Corruption pervades thro' both country and town,
And the tune of the nation is Down derry down
Down, down &c.
We bid Europe farewell, the Atlantic is past,
O free born COLUMBIA you're welcome at last!
Hail Congress, Conventions, Mobs, Shayites & Kings,
With Bankrupts & Know ye's," & all pretty things!
Down, down, &c.
The state's had a fall and received a contusion,
And all things are tumbled in jumbled confusion:

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