Hear all you Friends to Knighthood

First Line Hear all you Friends to Knighthood
Author Philip Dormer Stanhope
Date 1729
Description

Ballad [Humour].

Transcribed from "On Sir W— M—n, Knight of the Bath, loosing his Badge of the Order." Miscellaneous poems, by several hands... 1729, pp. 206–208. Eighteenth Century Collections Online, GALE|CW0110619696.

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Hear all you Friends to Knighthood,

A Tale will raise your Wonder,

How Caitif vile,

By basest wile,

An hardy Knight did plunder.

 

How from this British Worthy,

This Knave, — a Pox light on hur!

Did once purloin

The only Sign,

And Badge he had of Honour.

 

Oh! had you seen our Hero!

No Knight could e'er look bigger;

Unless his Size,

My song belies,

Than M--n of Tredegar.

 

A Ribbon grac'd his Shoulder,

A Star shone on his Breast, Sir,

With smart Toupee,

Fort bien poudré,

And Cockade on his Crest, Sir.

 

This Ribbon held a Bauble,

Which his kind Stars decreed him;

With which he'd play,

Both Night and Day,

'Twould do you good to see him.

 

Tho' I a Bauble call it,

It must not thus be slighted;

'Twas one of the Toys,

Bob gave his Boys,

When first the Chits were knighted.

 

Hur was the Flower of Knighthood,

You ne'er saw such a gay Thing;

But English Rogue,

Confound the Dog,

Who's rob hur of hur play Thing.

 

Rouze up, ye brave Knights Errant,

Ne'er give this Caitif Quarter;

Ye Knights of the Toast,

Or Knights of the Post,

Or Thistle, Bath, or Garter.

 

Learn hence, ye courtly Lordlings,

Who hear this fatal Story;

On how slight Strings,

Depend those Things,

Whereon ye hang your Glory.