_Carlisle, 15th November 1746.
4 o'clock afternoon._
[176] See f. 425.
[177] Commonly called Cowley Murray.
[178] Lady Mary Primrose, Sir Archibald's widow.
_SONG to the tune of 'A Cobler there was,' etc._
1.
As the devil was walking o'er Britain's fair isle,
George spied in his phiz a particular smile,
And said, My old friend, if you have leisure to tarry,
Let's have an account what makes you so merry.
Derry, etc.
2.
Old Beelzebub turn'd at a voice he well knew,
And stopping, cried, O Brother George, is it you?
Was my business of consequence ever so great,
I always find time on my friends for to wait.
Derry, etc.
3.
This morning at 7 I set out of Rome,
Most fully intending ere this to've been home.
Pray stay, stay (says George), and took hold of his hand,
You know that St. James's is at your command.
Derry, etc.
4.
And what says the Pope? our monarch began,
And what does he think of our enemy's son?
Why, first, when I came there (Old Satan replied)
He seem'd to have very great hope of his side.
Derry, etc.
5.
But soon from the north arriv'd an express
With papers that gave me great joy, I confess,
Defeated was Charles, and his forces all gone,
I thought, on my soul, I should've leapt over the moon.
Derry, etc.