A New Song to an Old Tune
The Morning Chronicle (October 12, 1804)
At Walmer, there lately was held consultation,
About the best method of saving the Nation;
There was MELVILLE and PITT, Sir HOME POPHAM and KEITH,
Who swore they would dash NAPPY'S threats in his teeth.
Now heated with wine, there no danger appear'd,
The success of the scheme, not a soul of them fear'd;
And consulting together, contriv'd a grand plan,
To destroy the French Navy by catamaran.
Colonel PITT look'd quite big, as he push'd round the bottle,
And fancied he had BONAPARTE by the throttle;
Lords MELVILLE and KEITH hob a nobb'd, while HOME POPHAM
Of the scheme talk'd so much, that they scarcely could
Then having determin'd, without more ado,
That BONY'S flotilla to Davy should go—
They resolv'd that the more our old foe to affright,
This daring attempt should be made in the night.
And MELVILLE, cock sure, of receiving some sport,
Left for once, all the joys, and the comforts of Port;
And boldly declar'd, he'd not flee from the danger
But go out to sea, tho' to ships quite a stranger.
He here shew'd his art, for our proverbs expound,
There's no reason to think he will ever be drown'd;
Then quickly he hurried away from the table,
And went in his namesake, 'yclept the Aimable.
Now safely on board, from fair Albion sailed,
Sir HOME hop'd success where brave NELSON had failed;
The attack then began, and before it was over,
Some flaming accounts soon reached London from Dover.
And dwelling the whole, on the very same notes,
Assur'd us the loss was a hundred odd boats;
The news like a wildfire the town quick o'erspread—
Some run, they scarce knew on their heels or their head.
If the question you ask'd, were the stocks low or high?
One hundred and fifty was all the reply;
In short all the way, from the Court to the City—
The flotilla's destruction, was every one's ditty.
But lo! what a change will a day or two show,
For truth now declares, we've scarce injur'd the foe;
And after the whole of his trouble and pain,
"The Giant refresh'd"—finds his labours in vain.
Then BRITANNIA be wise, trust the schemer no more,
But drive the vile reptile away from your door;
Too long have you cherish'd the profligate elf—
Tis time that you had, some regard for yourself.
You people all, both great and small, who hope success
Be sure you always catch the Bear, before you sell the