BONAPARTE'S ANSWER TO JOHN BULL'S CARD,
、. INVITING HIM TO ENGLAND;
WITH A FEW LINES CONCERNING HIS BROTHERS,
TAFFY, SAWNEY, AND PADDY.

[From Afperne's Collection of Loyal Papers.]
Tune-" Here we go up, up, up."

MY dear Johnny Bull, the last mail
Brought over your kind invitation,

And ftrongly it tempts us to fail

In our boats, to your flourishing nation.
But Prudence the whifpers-" Beware,
Don't you fee that his fleets are in motion?
He'll play you fome d-d rufe de guerre,
If he catches you out on the ocean."

CHORUS. Our fears they mount up, up, up,
Our hopes they fink down-y, down-y,

Our hearts they beat backwards and forwards,
Our heads they turn round-y, round y.

You fay that pot-luck fhall be mine,
Je n'entends pas ces mots, Monfieur Bult;
But think I can guefs your defign,

When you talk of a good bellyful.
I have promis'd my men, with rich food
Their courage and faith to reward;
I tell them your puddings are good,
Though your dumplings are rather too hard.
O my Johnny, my Johnny,

And O my Johnny, my dear-y,
Let a few of us come over,

To tafte your beef and beer-y.
I've read and I've heard much of Wales,
Its mines, and its meadows, and fountains,
Of black cattle fed in the vales,

And goats fkipping wild on the mountains.
Were I but fafe landed there,

What improvements I'd make in the place!
I'd prattle and kifs with the fair,

Give the men the fraternal embrace.

O my Taffy, my Taffy,

Soon I'll come, if it please ye,

To riot on delicate mutton,
Good ale, and toafted cheese-y.

Caledonis

Caledonia I long to fee, 1/

And if the ftout fleet in the north
Will let me go by quietly,

Then I'll fail up the Firth of Forth.
Her fons, I must own, are dafhing;

Yet Johnny, between me and you,
I owe them a grudge, for the thrashing
They gave
that poor devil Menou
Omy Sawney, my Sawney,

Your bagpipes will make us all frisky
We'll dance with your laffes fo bonny,
Eat haggis, and tipple your whiskey.

- Hibernia 's another fnug place,
I hope to get there too fome day,
Though our fhips they got into difgrace,
With Warren, near Donegal Bay;
Though my good friends at Vinegar Hill,
They fail'd, be affur'd, Jack, of this,
I'll give them French liberty ftill,
As I have to the Dutch and the Swiss.
O my Paddies, my Paddies,

You are all of you honest creatures
And I long to be with you at Cork,
To fup upon fifh and potatoes.
A fair wind, and thirty-fix hours †,"
Would bring us all over from Breft,
Tell your fhips to let alone ours,
And we'll manage all the reft.
Adieu! my dear boy, till we meet ;
Take care of your gold, my honey,
And when I reach Threadneedle Street,
I'll help you to count o'er your money.
But my fears they mount up, up, up,
And my hopes they fink down-y, down-y,
My heart it beats backwards and forwards,
My head it runs round-y, round-y.

* Alluding to the 42d regiment in Egypt.

+ See the motto on a floop at Amiens, mentioned in the Morning

Poft of July 6, 1803.

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THE DEVIL AND THE CONSUL:

A NEW SONG.

[From the fame.]

S the Devil through Paris one day took a walk, Bonaparté he met, and they both had fome talk: "Great hero," fays Satan, "pray how do ye do?" "I am well," cried the Conful, my fervice to you.

Derry down, down, down, derry down! "What news do you bring from your empire below? How is Oliver Cromwell "-" But very fo fo!

I fancy he envies your glories fo great,

For he vows he ne'er reign'd in fuch splendour and state.

"Though he often exerted himself in my cause,
Still Britons from him had fome excellent laws;
How much below yours all his merits must fall,
Who rules this republic without laws at all!!!

Derry down.

Derry down.

"Alexander and Cæfar, fine heroes in ftory,
Are jealous I know of your deeds and your glory;
Though they pufl'd through the globe all their conquests
pell-mell,

And rul'd monarchs on earth, now they're fubje&ts in hell.
Derry down.
"'Bout religion at Rome you once made a great pother,
Have pull'd down one Pope, and then fet up another;
In Egypt I've heard of your wonderful works,
How Mahomet you worfhipp'd to flatter the Turks!.
Derry down.

"The deeds you there acted with poison and ire,
On my realms are recorded in letters of fire;
Not an imp in my service but boasts of your fame,
And horribly grins' when he mentions your name.

Derry down,

"You boaft much, dear Conful, of liberty's tree,
And fay that the Dutch and the Swifs are quite free!
If fuch freedom as this to give Britain's your aim,
Try your fkill, that I foon to yourself may lay claim!

Derry down.... " When

"When the time fhall arrive that's determin'd by Fate
That you quit for invafion your Confular feat;
Fear not; if bold Britons fhould prove your o'erthrow,
You're fure of a feat in my kingdom below!

Derry down.
"To my dark dominions whene'er you defcend,
The dd fhall rejoice at the fight of their friend!
And I'll give you, as long as with me you refide,
The hotteft of corners at my fire-fide!"

Derry down.

"Parbleu!" cried the Conful, and dropp'd on his knee, "A much cooller lodging would fatisfy me!"

"Hold! hold!" Satan cries, "fuch a mighty commander Should roast by the fide of his friend Alexander !"

Derry down, down, down, derry down.

THE LONDON GAZETTE EXTRAORDINARY,

THI

TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 8, 1803.

Admiralty Office, November 8, 1803.

HIS morning, at half paft four o'clock, Captain Briton, of his Majefty's fhip the Invincible, arrived at this office with difpatches from the Right Honourable Lord Guard'em, Admiral of the Blue, and Commander in Chief of the Channel Fleet, to the Right Honourable Lord Finifterre, of which the following are copies :

*This ingenious piece is faid to have been a hafty production from the pen of a worthy and active Magiftrate, JOSEPH MOSER, Efq. to whom the public stand in lebted for numerous Effays, Lucubrations, and Veftiges, abounding in wit and humour, no lefs than in intereft and utility. His lighter labours, for several years paft, feem to have been chiefly devoted to the EUROPEAN MAGAZIND.

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Royal Sovereign, St. Helens,
Nov. 7, 1803.

MY: LORD, I have the honour, by this, the earliest opportunity, to inform your Lordship, that on Thursday the 3d inftant, Captain Lynx, of the Eagle frigate, communicated to me a letter from Lieutenant Piercer, of the hired armed cutter L'Efpion, ftationed to watch the operations of the French off Breft, &c. ftating, that from the motions of their gun-boats, fifhingveffels, and other Small fry, which had, for fome time, both fingly and (as opportunity offered) in fleets, been fkulking along the coaft, from their fmall ports and inlets, to avoid our cruifers; nay, this letter adds, that fome of them have even been put upon wheels, and drawn to their place of grand rendezvous by horfes, therefore there was reafon to believe that the long-expected expedition was on the point of failing. These movements, and alfo fome which were made by the men of war in the harbour, which I had intelligence were no longer chained to the ground, induced me alfo to fufpect that the enemy meant to take advantage of the length and darkness of the nights, and of the fogs, which, even at this early period of the winter, hang over the Channel in the day, and attempt, with their collected force, the invafion of our coaft. This fufpicion was in fome degree confirmed by advices which I received from Captain Oak, of the Fury bomb, Lieutenant Sting, of the Ant cutter, and from other quarters, all agreeing that fimilar operations were carrying on at St. Malocs, and other ports, which led me to conclude that the different flotillas acted in concert, and that the bustle in every place indicated a general movement at the fame time. Fearful that the appearance of an English veffel fhould thwart their intention, and two or three gathered together frighten them back to their ports;

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