Ballad. to the Tune of "Salley in Our Alley."

OF all the twice ten thousand bards That ever penned a canto, Whom Pudding or whom Praise rewards For lining a portmanteau; Of all the poets ever known, From Grub-street to Fop's Alley, The Muse may boast--the World must own There's none like pretty Gally! He writes as well as any Miss, Has published many a poem; The shame is yours, the gain is his, In case you should not know 'em: He has ten thousand pounds a year-- I do not mean to vally-- His songs at sixpence would be dear, So give them gratis, Gaily!…