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The Hind and the Panther.
I know he haunts the Pigeon-House and Farm,
And more, in time of War, has done us harm;
But all his hate on trivial Points depends,
Give up our Forms, and we shall soon be friends.
For Pigeons flesh he seems not much to care,
Cram'd Chickens are a more delicious fare;
On this high Potentate, without delay,
I wish you would conferr the Sovereign sway:
Petition him t' accept the Government,
And let a splendid Embassy be sent.
And more, in time of War, has done us harm;
But all his hate on trivial Points depends,
Give up our Forms, and we shall soon be friends.
For Pigeons flesh he seems not much to care,
Cram'd Chickens are a more delicious fare;
On this high Potentate, without delay,
I wish you would conferr the Sovereign sway:
Petition him t' accept the Government,
And let a splendid Embassy be sent.
This pithy Speech prevail'd, and all agreed,
Old Enmity's forgot, the Buzzard should succeed.
Old Enmity's forgot, the Buzzard should succeed.
Their welcom Suit was granted soon as heard,
His Lodgings furnish'd, and a Train prepar'd,
With B's upon their Breast, appointed for his Guard.
He came, and Crown'd with great Solemnity,
God save King Buzzard, was the gen'rall cry.
His Lodgings furnish'd, and a Train prepar'd,
With B's upon their Breast, appointed for his Guard.
He came, and Crown'd with great Solemnity,
God save King Buzzard, was the gen'rall cry.
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