A Whigg Ballad, OR, A SUMMONS To a fresh ASSOCIATION  
To the Tune of Tumble down Dick.  

ON Month of September we summon you All,  
Our Summons is by our Good Lord Mayor's Call,  
As you Love Commonwealth, and Abhor White-Hall:  
Which no body can deny.   

Tho Vote for P— apillion and Weaver D— ubois  
(The whigs thrice-beloved, not Citizens, Choice;)  
No matter what Reason, so you make a Noise;  
Which no body can deny.   

(Ralph B— oy having, after a long Tory-Tugg,  
Instead of a Druggist, himself proved a Drugg,  
Paid Fine to a Lover of Dear Mother Mugg:) 
Sr Thomas Player.   
Which, etc.   

You All here are cited to Common-Hall Vote.  
Each one to lift up his True Protestant Threat,  
And bawl in Defiance of Men of good Note:  
Which, etc.   

These are therefore to summon each Eavesdropping Citt,  
Who for a State-Holder has dubbed himself fit,  
And damns All that's Loyal without Fear or Wit:  
Which, etc.   

To Roar at Guild-Hall like Homerical Mars,  
In defiance o'th' Head, with regard to the A— rse 
* R●●p.   
(Guild-Hall is your Stage, and Sedition your Farce.)  
Which, etc.   

Now after a Summons so Debonair,  
Held forth by Proprietour of the Chair,  
We challenge All Whigs to Guild-Hall to repair:  
Which, etc.   

For if half be True, that of late has been bruited,  
The Rioting Whiglanders soon will be Routed,  
As sure as Don Hornish by Bull was Cornuted:  
Which, etc.   

Then either born up by bold Holder forth,  
You'll bravely confront your 
* Dudley.  Deadly Foe North,  
Contending like Men of True Protestant Worth:  
Which, etc.   

Or else, like Menworthy, at Home you will Stay.  
Solacing your Wives the Jack Pres-byter way;  
If so, Good Old Cause must sing Welladay.  
Which, etc.