A new humorous allegorical Song by H. Haward. To the Tune of Stick a pin there.
Ye Bucks & ye Tommies who amble the park
Whose Hearts & whose Heads are lightsome as Cork
Thro: Buckingham Gate as to Chelsea you pass
Without Fee or Reward you may see the Queen's A—.
See the &c:
A Sight such as this sure never was seen
Who: the Duce would not gaze on the A— of a Queen
O what is so charming, O! what can surpass
The delicate Sight of her Majesty's A—
The squeamish old prudes with Invective & Spleen
May turn up their Noses & censure the Queen
Crying out its a Shame her Queenship alass,
Should take such a pride in exposing her A—
Let them rail if they will, yet I'll bet ten to one
There's not a prude of them all, but would alter her
Provided that Fortune so kind to each Lass
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Had bestow'd such an A— as her Majesty's A—
The prudes they cry out its a Sin & a Shame
To suffer a Sight with so filthy a Name
Let them rail if they will, let each peep thro' his Glass
For who would not peep at her Majesty's A—
From M—g S—z:1a place of Renown
This good natured princess came here for a Crown
And now in Return to the Folks as they pass
She kindly repays them by showing her A—
Ye Gods I with pleasure, could gaze Day & Night
At so charming, so curious, so pretty a Sight
For Truth I must own I swear by the Mass
I could kiss (if no Treason) her Majesty's A—
But this for a Subject tho loyal I fear
Would be lookd on by some Folks as comming too near
Then with prudance my passion I'll stifle alass
Content but to gaze on her Majesty's A—
Resign'd to my Fate thus to gaze & no more
In vain for possession I sigh & implore
But Scripture informs us that all Flesh is Grass
And such I presume is her Majestys A—
But since there is no mighty Difference between
The A— of a Subject & that of a Queen
Let each Lad full of Glee, take his Bottle & Glass
And drink the Queens Health not forgetting her A—
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