The Disloyal Favourite OR, The unfortunate States-Man.
Who seeks by fond desire for to Climb
May chance to catch a fall before his time
For Fortune is as fickle, as the Wind,
To him that bears a proud ambious mind.
Tune of,
Sawny will ne'r be my Love again.
TOmmy was a Lord of high renown,
And he was Rais'd from a low degree,
He had-Command or'e every Town;
there was never a one so great as he:
But he like an ungrateful wretch,
did set his Conscience on the Stretch,
And now is afraid of Squire Ketch,
For Tommy will ne'r be belov'd again.
When he was Young and a lively Lad,
he had strange Projects in his Pate,
He thought that Honour was to be had,
and that it was fine to be high in State:
Which made him up to the Court to come
to try his Friends, both all and some,
He got them to swallow a Sugar Plumb.
But Tommy will ne'r be belov'd again.
He took delight, to be made a Knight
for that he counted a lucky stepp.
Thought he if I, can rise so high
perhaps the next time I may leap,
Such fancy's harboured in his drest,
that he could hardly take his rest,
Since that Ambition was his guest,
But Tommy will ne'r be belov'd again.
He came to be, both High and Great
and Lord it over all the rest,
His betters sate on a lower seate,
whilst he was placed with the best:
Which made him so with Honour swell,
where his breech hung, he could not tell,
He thought that all things happened well,
But Tommy will ne'r be belov'd again.
The second Part,
to the same Tune.
What he could ask, was granted straight,
or any thing he did require
He like a Suitor need not wait,
for he had all at his desire,
Brade stately buildings and good Ground,
with pleasant Groves to walk a round,
Besides Ten hundred thousand Pound.
But Tommy will ne'r be belov'd again.
O was not Tommy a very Fooll,
that he could not contented be,
When Riches thus did upon him rowl,
but he must greater strive to be:
By means which were so indirect.
that no ones power could him Protect,
But all good-men did him reject
For Tommy will ne'r be belov'd again.
He Silks and Sattins might a worn,
and rid in Pomp most sumptuously,
Though now he is become a scorn,
to persons all, of each degree:
It's wisht that he had dy'd at Nurse,
and never liv'd to bear the Purse,
Which made the Nation fare the worse.
For Tommy will ne'r be belov'd again.
Whilst be was great and high in power,
his friends he highly did advance.
But now he hath cause to curse the hour
that ever he was concern'd with France.
He studied mischief and what not
and was (some say) concern'd in the Plot,
Which may at last, make him go tot'h Pot.
For Tommy will ne'r be belov'd again.
Now from the top of Honours great,
poor Tommy he is headlong cast,
He now hath time his brains to beat,
for fear he come to be nub'd at last,
His friends do dayly from him shrink,
although he us'd to give them chink,
Like Polecats they begin now to stink.
For Tommy will ne'r be belov'd again.
Alack poor Tommy pitty 'twas,
that e'r thou liv'd to see this day,
Thy golden days are gone and past,
and thou art feft to sing welladay.
If thou dost live to be great again,
be sure from Treachery refrain,
For Honour is apt to take a stain.
And Tommy will ne'r be belov'd again.
Thus have you heard great Tommy's Case,
and how he was a man of power.
But yet I would not take his place,
although it were in a spacious Tower.
For Iustice is so brave a thing,
who wrongs his country and his King,
will hardly escape without a swing.
And Tommy will ne'r be belov'd again.
Then let all Loyal Subjects pray
that God our Soveraign still may bless,
and so preserve him night and day,
in health and all true happiness:
That Iustice may take place with those
who are their King and country's foes
and will not Triachery disclose.
Though Tommy shall ne'r be belov'd again.
London Printed for W. Thackeray, T. Passinger, and W. Whitwood.