The Runaway Fox
The London Chronicle (March 1798), p. 251
Shewing how Mr. FOX came to run away from
the Parliament House: being quite a
new Song, in praise of those Persons
who resolve to keep the Ship, and ride
it through the Storm.
There was one noted Fox, Sir,
A man of sense and wit,
And well he dealt his knocks, Sir,
Against good Mr. PITT!
But PITT he was a fellow,
Who trimm'd him in his turn;
O! then how Fox did bellow,
And all his wrath did burn.
Says Fox, this plaguy war, Sir,
Doth prove you fool and mad;
Says PITT, pray hold your tongue, Sir,
For Peace it can't be had.
Said Fox, when bread was dear, Sir,
The War was all the reason;
But PITT he made it clear, Sir,
It was a scanty season.
Says Fox, you've broke the Bank, Sir:
O! now we're all undone!
For this, says PITT, pray thank, Sir,
The fools who made the run.
Says Fox, what fright and fear, Sir,
In Ireland have you spread.
Why there, says PITT, 'tis clear, Sir,
Rebellion's rais'd her head.
Says Fox, I love those fellows,
Those persons whom you blame.
Says PITT, why you're the bellows
That's blowing up the flame.
Says Fox, in England too, Sir,
You've broke the Constitution.
No, no, says PITT, 'tis you, Sir,
That want a Revolution.
Then Fox, he storm'd and bounc'd, Sir,
At what young PITT did say:
And felt he was so trounc'd, Sir,
At last he ran away.
St. Stephen's House he quitted,
As all the world doth know;
Nor dar'd, he was so twitted,
To stand another blow.
So now let every lip, Sir,
Come sing, with praises warm,
"The men who keep the Ship, Sir,
"And ride it thro' the storm."