Sir Walter Scott

WALTER SCOTT! WALTER SCOTT!
How hard is his Lot
Who is doom'd to read over thy rhymes?
Such goblins! — such frights!
Such sieges! — such fights!
Such customs! — such manners! — such times!

Then comes Waterloo
With a halloa bellou!
Of Legions disabled and slain;
But you not content
With the blood they have spent,
Will mangle them over again.

Ah! teaze our good folks
No more with this hoax,
Which JOHN BULL in a daze could not see;
But now broad awake,
This tax will not take,
He's determin'd to live, Sir, SCOTT free.