A Favourite Song,
The Star (November 15, 1793)
Founded on Facts,
Sung By Mr. Wallack,
In the Character of a Poor Harmless French Cobler, in a new
Ballet, called The Carmagnols Routed, and which will be
presented This Evening Tomorrow the 16th, and Monday next,
the 18th Instant,
At the Royal Saloon, Astley's, Westminster-Bridge.
Piere Savetier, behold, is from France just arriv'd,
Where twenty-five years I at cobling had triv'd,
Till one fatal day I was tore from my stall,
Le deable tear par pieces the democrats all.
down, down, &c.
My lapstone and last being chang'd to a gun,
With thousands of others o'er Frontiers I run;
But Messieurs les Anglois cause me so much fright,
That I did sham dead, and escap'd
the same night.
If fair words the back and the belly suffice,
We'd have victuals and clothes, mafois, in a trice;
But when these we ask of our fam'd democrats,
They stop our mouths with their demm'd
I'd rather be Cobler, and work in my stall,
Than of the Convention von grand General;
One day he be great man, he head all the mob,
One two three days after they cut
off his nob.
The Convention's like to an old rotton shoe,
That wants both a soal and a top leather too;
What lets water behind, and the mud in before,
Runs away from the foot, and returns never more.
I arrive, I will stick to my trade,
In London where always I'm sure to be paid,
Where law is respected, and that is the ting,
What makes the poor happy, the rich, and the king.