The Men of Nottingham scorn to be Slaves,

A NEW SONG.

THE clouds of Oppression now lour in the sky,
Her proud Sons their standard, exulting, rear high,
In leagues of Injustice and Fraud are combin'd
To crush Truth and Virtue, and shackle the mind
We'll stand the rude shock in the dark trying hour,
Nor. heed the loud threats of coercion and pow'r,
But while the fierce tempest around us wild raves,
Approve ourselves Britons and scorn to be Slaves.

To purchase their freedom our forefathers died;
Shall we, base, degen'rate, then throw it aside?
Our consciences barter? our birthright disown?
Or fetter our children because the rich frown?
No, know ye Oppressors, in spite of the great,
While vibrates the pulse, till the heart cease to beat,
Tho' round them are roll'd the loud all-wasting waves,
The Patriots of Nottinghana scorn to be Slaves.

Are men form'd for you? ye dread Lords of the land
To think, live, and act as you please to command?
Must we wear your manacles, groan 'neath your rod?
Surrender those rights we deriv'd from our God!
As long as existence, as virtue can charm,
Our bosoms the bright flame of Liberty warm,
Or the white shore of Albion the deep ocean laves,
The Patriots of Nottingham ne'er will be Slaves.

'Tis Liberty brightens the face of the day!

Dispels sorrow's clouds and makes anguish look gay!
Supports when adversity's vengeful shafts fly,
And teaches the Patriot to conquer or die!

Throng! throng round her star-circl'd throne & rejoice,
The sons of Corruption will shrink at our voice,
Oppression recall her wide dark-heaving waves,
And Britons undauntedly scorn to be Slaves.

Song in favor of MR. COKE.

Tune & Chorus-Derry down.

WHAT dy'e mean, Brother Cit, that you make such a pother

About herrings and soup, and this, that, and the other;
I hope you don't mean to fling this in COKE's teeth,
Who supplied you with pudding, nay, pudding and beef.

You say your friend B---h is as sure as a gun,
But 'tis well if DAN COKE, don't make him to run;
Remember both C-----N, and J-N before,
Fled away in the night and were never seen more.

The next time that СoxE appears in the Town,
He'll be attended by nobles and men of renown;
Protection he'll bring both for Town and the Church,
Then B--h and his crew will be left in the lurch.

Say no more then I beg of our jacobin friends,
Who'd turn any away for their own private ends;
But if to a parish dinner they were ask'd for to dine,
They wou'dn't refuse to eat pig or drink wine.

The Castlegate hero, the friend to COKE's Cause, Respects Freemen's Rights, ad supports English Laws, Bids defiance to those who bright Truth would assail, And a Birch-rod is making to tickle their tail.

So now to conclude, and my song for to end,

Here's success to brave COKE who is Liberty's friend;
May Loyalty triumph o'er Jacobin Knaves!!
Who'd vote for a Factor, and Dealer in Slaves!

SHEEP MURDER !

Still True Blue, and for ever, huzza!

Composed by GEORGE HUNTLEY, Out-pensioner of his Majesty's Royal Hospital, Chelsea, London.

RECITATIVE.

A fact is here, by Huntley rhym'd,
Take his advice, lest you be hang'd:
Stop, Master Sheepface, pray, I beg,
Lest you like Despard loose your head.

ADVICE.

Adorn yourselves, Jacks, with Blue Ribbons, leave off destroying Sheep, and Loyalist's Property of every kind, and never live in fear of an Halter, but sing God save the King?

SONG.

On Tuesday night last, an act on the grass,
Like murder, I nearly may say,

Such a sight with my eyes I never beheld,
Nor any good christian, no, nay ·

Had they acted like men they'd have kill'd it outright,
Not have mangl'd the Sheep---'twas in truth out of spite.

CHORUS.

O'twas the poor little innocent Lamb, ba, ba, 'Twas the poor little innocent lamb.

This great act of cruelty was done by the Jacks---Who'd have thought such a charge they'd have brought on their backs;

Mr. S's is the owner as most people say,.
And to injure another's an unlawful way;
Yet it surely wasn't hunger, but Jacobin prey,
As such rogues can't deny, for you know 'tis their way.
O'twas the poor little innocent lamb, &c.

To finish my song, and you'll say 'tis no sin,
Had I but my will, I'd soon mak'em all grin;
I'd teach them to murder poor Sheep in the night,
Tho' they dare not to shew their face by day-light;
And may the Rope-making business flourishing be,
Till the Jacks are all sent to the De'el for a fee.

O'twas the poor little innocent lamb, fe.

ADDRESS.

To the Conscientious Burgesses of Nottingham.

BROTHER BURGESSES,

When men, who have been appointed to administer justice, openly avow themselves partizans on behalf of a Candidate in a contested Election, they declare themselves incapable of performing the duties of Magistrates, whose first and leading principle ought to be impartiality. When two parties enter into an agreement, they are bound so long as each perform their contract; but when one of them ceases to fulfil his duties, the obligation is at an end on both sides. Our Magistrates not being true to their Engagements, cancel all the obligations which our Burgess Oath originally imposed on us, to be true to them: for they render that oath nugatory, as respecting our ties to them, when they pursue means subversive of the ends for which these mutual stipulations were entered into. A most extraordinary appeal has been made to you, in a paper containing a copy of our Burgess Oath, the sequel to which appears to be dictated by our impartial and conscientious Magistrates; who, descending so low as to become parties to the warfare of Electioneering Squibs, deserve to be treated with very little ceremony. After stating that the Bill now in Parliament will invade our Franchises, Priviledges, &c. which we are all sworn to maintain, it concludes with saying, "No Burgess can vote for MR. COKE, he being a supporter of the Bill, without manifest violence to his conscience that conscience whose stings will one day most severely avenge itself." Indeed! then how severely will some of our worthy Corporation be stung on that day. But, is it credible that the Magistrates of this town think conscience operates on the

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minds of men?-It is true we have taken the oath as they state: It is also true, that these Magistrates, who appeal to you respecting that oath, have sworn the same, and have been entrusted with extensive power, to defend more effectually our privileges and rights, which power they swore to use impartially, whenever any attack was made upon them. Where were their consciences when they encouraged those ruffians, who, resorting to brutal force, attacked or obstructed us, in the exercise of one of our most important Franchises at the last Election? for, by not using the power delegated to them, to oppose such atrocious attempts, they encouraged them: and lost to all sense of justice and religion, violated their oaths as Burgesses and Magistrates-Thereby absolving us from any allegiance to them. Is it not shameful for such men to appeal to conscience? Are such men worthy to be entrusted with power, which they so flagrantly abuse? Are we not fulfilling the duties of our Burgess Oath in procuring Men of Principle and Integrity to act as our protectors. Our present Magistrates, by deserting their post, oblige us to resort to more effectual means for preserving our Rights. They tell us this Bill will infringe them; but what Right will it infringe? Is it that of chusing our Magistrates? Ridiculous idea!-had we any voice in appointing those who row act in that capacity? No.- -You may elect your Senior Council Men, but our liberal Ministers of Justice must first select proper men for that purpose. Men on whom they can depend, by nominating them to the offices of Chamberlain and Sheriffs. Our Franchises, Privileges, and Charters will be much better secured by men of respectability and independence, who will be entrusted with that power under this bill, than they have been hitherto.

The Election, which will shortly come on for a Representative in Parliament, is a matter of serious importance. The right to a vote for that represen