The Jacobite Conventicle
If they go on, 'tis plain and clear,
The French, which we so idly fear,
As soon will make Descent on Finland,
As e're Attempt to Land in England.
Within three years we shall become
The Poorest State in Christendom;
All Nations will on us be Pissing,
And we become the Scorn and Hissing,
Of all the Kingdoms which are known,
'Twixt us and Land of Prester John.
