THE 
 
 CON G R ESS 
 EXCISE-ASSES. 
 
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 Sir B - - ue S - - ng’s Overthrow: A New Ballad. 
 
 To the Tune of, I'll tell thee, Estcouht, a jileafctiit Title. 
 
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 THE 
 
 CONGRESS 
 
 O F 
 
 EXCISE-ASSES. 
 
 To the TUNE of, 
 
 1’U tell thee, Estcourt, a pleafant Tale. 
 
 I. 
 
 S LL good Chrifikn People, 
 
 That live round Paul’s Steeple, 
 Attend and give Ear to my Ditty; 
 New Excises I ling, 
 
 To be rais’d this Next Spring, 
 Tho’ AJPs eafy in Country and City. 
 
 Our Soap , and our Salt, 
 
 Our Mum, and our Malt, 
 
 Beer, Candles, Brandy and Cyder, 
 
 All pay this Excise, 
 
 Tet Sir B - - ue for more cries, 
 
 But, I hope, we Jhall fling fuch a Rider. 
 
 II. The 
 
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 n. 
 
 The Great Trojan Steed, 
 
 Of Outlandijh Breeds r . ^ 
 
 An Array contain’d in his Belly ; 
 
 So does the Excise, 
 
 Or elfe CAL E B, lies, , - 
 
 And as fatal ’twill prow, let me tell-ye. ; J 
 Our Soap , and our Salt, 
 
 Our Mum, and our Malt, &c. 
 
 III. 
 
 We’ve a good Confutation, 
 
 Thank the Revolution,, V f f\ ' ff 
 But if we don’t keep'out this' DRAGON; 
 What with the E x c i s e, 
 
 And Standing Armies, , 
 
 We fha’n’t have much left us to brag oA 
 Our Soap,. and our. Salt, 
 
 Our Mum, and our Malt, &c. - - 
 
 . ■ •~ IV * 
 
 The Countries all round, 
 
 ’Gainft Excises refound, 
 
 And Petitions fend up .to oppofe 'em ; 
 
 But Sir B - - ue S - - ng he fwears, 
 
 In fpite of their Prayers, * 
 
 He’ll have the Bill pafs for to nofe 'em. 
 
 . Our Soap, and our Salt, 
 
 Our Mum, and our Malt, &c. 
 
 V. ' " 
 
 Tobacco and Wine, ‘ . 
 
 Says the Kn - -t, do combine, 
 
 To make People Honejl and Brave -, 
 
 They mud be Excis’d, 
 
 And made too high-prized, 
 
 Or a BRITON will ne’er be a SLAVE. 
 Our Soap, and our Salt, 
 
 Our Mum, and our Malt, &c. 
 
 VI. Quoth 
 
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 VI. 
 
 Quoth Sir John M undung us, 
 
 Tis true, they have flung Us , 
 
 Wherefore let Us humble the Vermin ; 
 What matters’t if they 
 For Victuals can’t pay, 
 
 So we flaunt it in Velvet and Emin. 
 
 Our Soap, and our Salt , 
 
 Our Mum, and our Malt, &c. 
 
 VII 
 
 Says Numpy. Fitz Drug, 
 
 And gives him a Hug, 
 
 The Varlets are' high-fid and pamper'd; 
 
 But We’ll make ’em buckle, 
 
 And to Us foon truckle, 
 
 When with an E x c i s e they are hamper’d. 
 Our Soap , and our, Salt, 
 
 Our Mum, and our Malt, &c. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 That’s true, quoth the Kn - -1, 
 
 They all might go fh - - te, 
 
 But that P. T keeps me in Awe: 
 
 For, faith, Little Will, 
 
 Wou’d ufe me but ill, 
 
 If on me he once gets a Claw. 
 
 Our Soap, and our Salt, 
 
 Our Mum, and our Malt, &c, 
 
 IX. 
 
 What put to your Trumps, 
 
 Sir B - - ue S - - ng, fays .Numps, 
 
 By fuch a poor Mortal as he? 
 
 Remember how oft 
 You at him have fcoft, 
 
 And again he Out-voted fhall be. 
 
 Our Soap , and our Salt, 
 
 Our Mum, and our Malt, &c. 
 
 B 
 
 X. Right, 
 
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 X. 
 
 Right, quoth Sir Mundungus, 
 
 What tho’ he has flung Us 
 Without Doors, we’ll beat him within? ’ 
 Whilft Pensions and Places, 
 
 Preferve ftill their Graces, 
 
 We value him not of a Pin. 
 
 Our Soap, and our Salt, 
 
 Our Mum, and our Malt, &c. 
 
 XL 
 
 Well fpoke, fays the Kn - -1, 
 
 I’m cur’d of my Fright, 
 
 The Potion I’ll make them to fwallow ; 
 When they’re Poor they’ll be Humble, 
 And not dare to Grumble, 
 
 Although I in Riches do wallow. 
 
 Our Soap, and our Salt ', 
 
 Our Mum, and our Malt, &c. 
 
 XII. 
 
 With Courants, and Free-Briton, 
 Papers fit for to lh---1 on, 
 
 And a hundred fuch idle Pretences, 
 
 I will them perfuade, 
 
 ’Tis good for their T RADE, 
 
 And Banter them out of their Senfes. 
 
 Our Soap, and our Salt, 
 
 Our Mum, and our Malt, See. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Hold, SirB--ue, quoth Fit'z-Drug, 
 And gave Shoulders a Shrug, 
 
 I fear you’ll be baulk’d in that Matter; 
 Caleb opens their Eyes, 
 
 And confutes all their Lies, 
 
 When e’er they begin for to chatter. 
 Our Soap, and our Salt, 
 
 Our Mum and our Malt, &c. 
 
 XIV. Tulh, 
 
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 XIV. 
 
 Tuft, tuft, fays the other, 
 
 Don’t make fuch a Pother, 1 
 Tho’ Caleb without Doors does rattle; 
 
 As long as the Pence, 
 
 Hold their Influence, 
 
 We ftail ftill have the Beft of the Battle. 
 
 Our Soap, and our Salt, 
 
 Our Mum, and our Malt, Sec, 
 
 ■\ XV.. 
 
 Adzooks, quoth Sir ue, 
 
 I know that is true'- '. ^ ■ - 
 
 For ofthaveltry’dit pro certo, 
 
 It has always prevail’d, 
 
 And never yet fail’d, * 
 
 Experto crede R —to. 
 
 Our Soap, and mr'Salt,. ... 
 
 Our Mum, and our Malt, See, 
 
 XVI. 
 
 Thus having concluded, 
 
 Will Addle intruded, . 
 
 And prevented farther Debate; 
 
 So the Congress broke up, 
 
 After taking a Cup, 
 
 Fully bent on Excising the S-— e. 
 
 Our Soap, and our Salt, 
 
 Our Mum, and our Malt, Sec. 
 
 XVII. 
 
 Saint George, as they fay, 
 
 The DRAGON did flay, 
 
 But our ICn- - 1 , both older and ‘wifer, 
 
 To keep us all §piet, 
 
 Prefcribes a Lpw Diet, 
 
 And lets loofe the fell Dragon, Excise, Sir, 
 
 Our Soap, and our Salt, 
 
 Our Mum, and our Malt, Sec. 
 
 XVIII. But, 
 
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 XVIII. 
 
 But, BRITONS , take Care, 
 
 Of Excises beware, 
 
 For if you once let in this DRAGO N, 
 With his Teeth and his Talons , 
 
 And Crew of Rabjcallions, 
 
 He’ll not leave your A---s a Rag on. 
 
 Our Soap, and our Salt, 
 
 Our Mum, and our Malt, 
 
 Beer, Candles, Brandy and Cyder, 
 
 All pay this Excise, 
 
 Tet Sir B - - ue for more cries,. 
 
 But I hope, we JhaU fling ficb a Rider, 
 
 F 1 N I S.