DR. A SHERIDAN'S BALLAD ON BALLYSPELLIN*. LL you that would refine your blood, By waters clear, come every year, Though pox or itch your fkins enrich "Twill clear your skin before you 've been If lady's cheek be green as leek The footy brown, who comes from town, Then back fhe goes, to kill the beaux Our ladies are as fresh and fair As Rofe, or bright Dunkelling; And Mars might make a fair mistake, A famous fpa in the county of Kilkenny, where the Doctor had been to drink the waters with a favourite Lady. N. We We men fubmit as they think fit, The reafon 's plain; the ladies reign, By matchlefs charms, unconquer'd arms, Cold water turns to fire, and burns, I know, because I fell in A ftream which came from one bright dame Fine beaux advance, equipt for dance, No politicks, no fubtle tricks, No man his country felling: We eat, we drink; we never think The troubled mind, the puff'd with wind, Do all come here pell-mell in; And they are fure to work their cure By drinking Ballyfpellin. Though dropfy fills you to the gills, From chin to toe though fwelling; Pour in, pour out, you cannot doubt VOL. XLIV. G Death Death throws no darts through all these parts, Come, judge and try, you'll never die, But live at Ballyspellin; Except you feel darts tipt with steel, Which here are every belle in: When from their eyes fweet ruin flies, We die at Ballyfpellin. Good cheer, fweet air, much joy, no care, Within this ground we all fleep found, No noify dogs a-yelling; There all you fee, both he and fhe, But all partake the mirth we make, My rhymes are gone; I think I've none, But, fince I'm here to heaven so near, ANSWER. ANS W E R. BY DR. SWIFT. * ARE you difpute, you faucy brute, DAR And think there's no refelling Your fcurvy lays, and fenfeless praise Howe'er you bounce, I here pronounce, Your medicine is repelling; Your water 's mud, and fours the blood, Thofe pocky drabs, to cure their scabs, Will back be fent, worse than they went, Llewellyn why? As well may I So hard fometimes you tug for rhymes, No fubject fit to try your wit, When you went colonelling, But dull intrigues 'twixt jades and teagues That met at Ballyfpellin. This anfwer was refented by Dr. Sheridan, as an affront on himself and the lady he attended to the fpa. N. Our laffes fair, say what you dare, Would I was whipt, when Sheelah ftript A bum fo white ne'er came in fight, Your mawkins there fmocks hempen wear, Of Holland not an ell in; No, not a rag, whate'er you brag, Is found at Ballyfpellin. But Tom will prate at any rate, All other nymphs expelling; There's bonny Jane, in yonder lane, We have a girl deferves an earl; So fair, fo young, no fuch among The belles at Ballyfpellin. How would you ftare to fee her there, The foggy mift difpelling, That clouds the brows of every blowie Now |