James Parkerson

“ May the time soon approach that each freeman can say,
My rights as a freeman I’ll not throw away;
For I find that the great ones so impoverish the nation,
It is time they are taken away from their station;
They at present so manage, to our sorrow and grief:
They feed us with hopes, yet with-hold us relief;
A reform in all matters, and not things by halves,
For England is pawn’d while she fattens her calves;
The good funded system will plain show you how
They can raise a supply, tho’ it injure the plough. ”

“ I must now again speak of our good Caroline,
Who I hope is now sitting beside the Divine;
And guiltless I trust to her God she’ll appear:
Have a trial much better than granted her here.
There the crimes of the wicked are fully display’d,
There Justice and Mercy are lively array’d.
The wicked no longer can harrass her mind;
To injure the Queen they were always inclin’d.
May troubles of all sorts annoy each vile heart,
Till life is extinguished, from them ne’er depart;
May they live upon spleen, exist upon pain,
Till a trial above shall renew them again ”

“ If ever a Queen was deserving that station,
It was good Caroline the pride of the nation.
The time will soon come when all things will change,
The minions of minions will be forc’d for to range
From stations they hold and from stations they fill:
It’s good for the country they should not have their will.
May the wings of bright liberty ne’er one feather loose—
May freemen be freemen, and proper men choose
To fill up such places as may be to fill;
For corruption you see is now down on the hill. ”