New song called, Bonaparte's comin', or, Rouse brother Britons/Astonishing Abraham Newlands

ASTONISHING

ABRAHAM NEWLAND.

NEVER was a man ſo bandied by Fame,
⁠Thro' air, thro’ ocean, and thro’ land,
As one that is wrote upon every Bank Note,
⁠And you all muſt know Abraham Newland.

⁠⁠O! Abraham Newland!
⁠Notorious Abraham Newland!
I've heard people ſay, ſham Abraham you may,
⁠But you mus’n’t ſham Abraham Newland.

For faſhion or arts, ſhould you ſeek foreign parts,
⁠it matters not, where-ever you Land;
From Chriſtian to Greek all language will ſpeak,
⁠Iſ the language of Abraham Newland.

⁠⁠O! Abraham Newland!
⁠Aſtoniſhing Abraham Newland!
Whatever you lack, you’ll get in a crack,
⁠By the credit of Abraham Newland.

But what do you think, without victuals or drink,
⁠You may tramp like the wand’ring Jew land,
From Dublin to Dover, nay, all the world over,
⁠If a ſtranger to Abraham Newland.

⁠⁠O! Abraham Newland!
⁠Wonderful Abraham Newland!
Tho' with compliments cramm'd, you may die out of hand,
⁠If you hav'n't an Abraham Newland,

The world are inclin'd to think Juſtice is blind,
⁠Yet Lawyers know well ſhe can view land;
But what of all that?—ſhe'll blink like a bat
⁠At the ſight of a friend, Abraham Newland.

⁠⁠O! Abraham Newland!
⁠Magical Abraham Newland!
Tho' Juſtice, 'tis known, can ſee thro'a mill-ſtone,
⁠She can't ſee thro' Abraham Newland.

Your Patriots who bawl, for the good of us all,
⁠And, good ſouls, like muſhrooms thay ſtrew land,
But tho' loud as a drum, each proves Orator Mum,
⁠If attack'd by ſtout Abraham Newland.

⁠⁠O! Abraham Newland!
⁠Invincible Abraham Newland.
No argument's found in the world half ſo ſound,
⁠As the logic of Abraham Newland.

The French ſay they're coming, but ſurely they're humming:
⁠We know what they want, if they do land:
But we'll make their ears ring in defence of our King,
⁠Our country and Abraham Newland.

⁠⁠O! Abraham Newland!
⁠Excellent Abraham Newland!
No tri-colour'd elf, nor the devil himſelf,
⁠Shall rob us of Abraham Newland,