The Disloyal Favourite OR, The unfortunate Statesman.  
Who seeks by fond desire for to Climb  
May chance to catch a fall before his time  
For Fortune is as fickle, as the Wind,  
To him that bears a proud ambious mind.  
Tune of, Sawny will ne'er be my Love again.  
 

TOmmy was a Lord of high renown,  
And he was Raised from a low degree,  
He had-Command o'er every Town;  
there was never a one so great as he:  
But he like an ungrateful wretch,  
did set his Conscience on the Stretches,  
And now is afraid of Squire Catch,  
For Tommy will ne'er be beloved again.   

When he was Young and a lively Lad,  
he had strange Projects in his Pate,  
He thought that Honour was to be had,  
and that it was fine to be high in State:  
Which made him up to the Court to come  
to try his Friends, both all and some,  
He got them to swallow a Sugar Plumb.  
But Tommy will ne'er be beloved again.   

He took delight, to be made a Knight  
for that he counted a lucky step.  
Thought he if I, can rise so high  
perhaps the next time I may leap,  
Such fancy's harboured in his dressed,  
that he could hardly take his rest,  
Since that Ambition was his guest,  
But Tommy will ne'er be beloved again.   

He came to be, both High and Great  
and Lord it over all the rest,  
His betters sat on a lower seat,  
whilst he was placed with the best:  
Which made him so with Honour swell,  
where his breech hung, he could not tell,  
He thought that all things happened well,  
But Tommy will ne'er be beloved again.   

The second Part,  
to the same Tune.  
 

What he could ask, was granted strait,  
or any thing he did require  
He like a Suitor need not wait,  
for he had all at his desire,  
Brade stately buildings and good Ground,  
with pleasant Groves to walk a round,  
Besides Ten hundred thousand Pound.  
But Tommy will ne'er be beloved again.   

O was not Tommy a very fool,  
that he could not contented be,  
When Riches thus did upon him roll,  
but he must greater strive to be:  
By means which were so indirect.  
that no one's power could him Protect,  
But all goodmen did him reject  
For Tommy will ne'er be beloved again.   

He Silks and Satins might a worn,  
and rid in Pomp most sumptuously,  
Though now he is become a scorn,  
to persons all, of each degree:  
It's wished that he had died at Nurse,  
and never lived to bear the Purse,  
Which made the Nation fare the worse.  
For Tommy will ne'er be beloved again.   

Whilst be was great and high in power,  
his friends he highly did advance.  
But now he hath cause to curse the hour  
that ever he was concerned with France.  
He studied mischief and what not  
and was (some say) concerned in the Plot,  
Which may at last, make him go tot'h Pot.  
For Tommy will ne'er be beloved again.   

Now from the top of Honours great,  
poor Tommy he is headlong cast,  
He now hath time his brains to beat,  
for fear he come to be nubed at last,  
His friends do daily from him shrink,  
although he used to give them chink,  
Like Polecats they begin now to stink.  
For Tommy will ne'er be beloved again.   

Alack poor Tommy pity 'twas,  
that e'er thou lived to see this day,  
Thy golden days are gone and passed,  
and thou art feft to sing welladay.  
If thou dost live to be great again,  
be sure from Treachery refrain,  
For Honour is apt to take a stain.  
And Tommy will ne'er be beloved again.   

Thus have you heard great Tommy's Case,  
and how he was a man of power.  
But yet I would not take his place,  
although it were in a spacious Tower.  
For justice is so brave a thing,  
who wrongs his country and his King,  
will hardly escape without a swing.  
And Tommy will ne'er be beloved again.   

Then let all Loyal Subjects pray  
that God our Sovereign still may bless,  
and so preserve him night and day,  
in health and all true happiness:  
That justice may take place with those  
who are their King and country's foes  
and will not Triachery disclose.  
Though Tommy shall ne'er be beloved again.     

London Printed for W. Thackeray, T. Passenger, and W. Whitwood.