The Gadfly

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The Gadfly

All gentle folks who owe a grudge

To any living thing

Open your ears and stay your trudge

Whilst I in dudgeon sing.

The Gadfly he hath stung me sore⁠—

O may he ne’er sting you!

But we have many a horrid bore,⁠—

He may sting black and blue.

Has any here an old gray Mare

With three legs all her store,

O put it to her Buttocks bare

And straight she’ll run on four.

Has any here a Lawyer suit

Of 1743,

Take Lawyer’s nose and put it to ’t

And you the end will see.

Is there a Man in Parliament

Dumbfounder’d in his speech,

O let his neighbour make a rent

And put one in his breech.

O Lowther how much better thou

Hadst figur’d t’ other day

When to the folks thou mad’st a bow

And hadst no more to say.

If lucky Gadfly had but ta’en

His seat⁠ ⁠…

And put thee to a little pain

To save thee from a worse.

Better than Southey it had been,

Better than Mr. D⁠⸺⁠

Better than Wordsworth, too, I ween,

Better than Mr. V⁠⸺.

Forgive me, pray, good people all,

For deviating so⁠—

In spirit sure I had a call⁠—

And now I on will go.

Has any here a daughter fair

Too fond of reading novels,

Too apt to fall in love with care

And charming Mister Lovels,

O put a Gadfly to that thing

She keeps so white and pert⁠—

I mean the finger for the ring,

And it will breed a wort.

Has any here a pious spouse

Who seven times a day

Scolds as King David pray’d, to chouse

And have her holy way⁠—

O let a Gadfly’s little sting

Persuade her sacred tongue

That noises are a common thing,

But that her bell has rung.

And as this is the summum bo-

num of all conquering,

I leave “withouten wordes mo”

The Gadfly’s little sting.