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A NEW AND MUCH ADMIRED SONG,
Sung by Mr. WALLACK, in the Character of a Deserter;
In the New Piece called
THE ENSUING CAMPAIGN;
Now performing at ASTLEY’s, Westminster-Bridge, with great Applause,
I.
Behold a Deserter, from starving now run,
De Guillotine also he’s anxious so shun;
For vat can we do? or vat can we say,
Ven von thousand diables rise every day?
II.
The shops de be all shut in ev’ry street,
By Gar, what is worse, we have nothing to eat;
Au diable l’Assemblee, for thinking fit
To make us all fight without eating a bit!
III.
The people be now all running away,
For they must be starved, if longer they stay;
France now be compar’d to one rat in a cage,
Whom bull-dogs all round do the monster engage.
IV.
They take all our money, and leave us no cloaths,
To ev’ry danger Sans Culottes they expose;
Our sea-ports are block’d up, our trade also gone,
Diable, poor France is completely undone.
V.
To sum up the whole that France has befell,
‘Twould take me a twelvemonth one quarter to tell;
For murder and plunder’s their greatest of joy,
But I hope the Allies will their power destroy.
[three star symbol] In the above Song, the miseries to which the French are now exposed are truly delineated. Mr. ASTLEY, Senior, is, we understand, the author.
