He only the rights of the clergy debates;
Their rights! their importance!  We’ll set on new rates
On their tithes at half-nothing, their priesthood at less;
What’s next to be voted with ease you may guess. 
    Knock him down, etc.

  At length his old master, (I need not him name,)
To this damnable speaker had long owed a shame;
When his speech came abroad, he paid him off clean,
By leaving him under the pen of the Dean. 
    Knock him down, etc.

  He kindled, as if the whole satire had been
The oppression of virtue, not wages of sin: 
He began, as he bragg’d, with a rant and a roar;
He bragg’d how he bounced, and he swore how he swore.[3]
    Knock him down, etc.

  Though he cringed to his deanship in very low strains,
To others he boasted of knocking out brains,
And slitting of noses, and cropping of ears,
While his own ass’s zags were more fit for the shears. 
    Knock him down, etc.

  On this worrier of deans whene’er we can hit,
We’ll show him the way how to crop and to slit;
We’ll teach him some better address to afford
To the dean of all deans, though he wears not a sword. 
    Knock him down, etc.

  We’ll colt him through Kevan, St. Patrick’s, Donore,
And Smithfield, as rap was ne’er colted before;
We’ll oil him with kennel, and powder him with grains,
A modus right fit for insulters of deans. 
    Knock him down, etc.

  And, when this is over, we’ll make him amends,
To the Dean he shall go; they shall kiss and be friends: 
But how?  Why, the Dean shall to him disclose
A face for to kiss, without eyes, ears, or nose. 
    Knock him down, etc.

  If you say this is hard on a man that is reckon’d
That sergeant-at-law whom we call Kite the Second,
You mistake; for a slave, who will coax his superiors,
May be proud to be licking a great man’s posteriors. 
    Knock him down, etc.

  What care we how high runs his passion or pride? 
Though his soul he despises, he values his hide; Then fear not his tongue, or his sword, or his knife; He’ll take his revenge on his innocent wife. 
    Knock him down, down, down, keep him down.

[Footnote 1:  GRUB STREET JOURNAL, No. 189, August 9,1734.—­“In December last, Mr. Bettesworth, of the city of Dublin, serjeant-at-law, and member of parliament, openly swore, before many hundreds of people, that, upon the first opportunity, by the help of ruffians, he would murder or maim the Dean of St. Patrick’s, (Dr. Swift.) Upon which thirty-one of the principal inhabitants of that liberty signed a paper to this effect:  ’That, out of their great love and respect to the Dean, to whom the whole kingdom hath so many obligations, they would endeavour to defend the life and limbs of the said Dean against a certain man and all his ruffians and murderers.’