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An Exact Representation of Mr. Lunardi's Grand Air Balloon Exhibiting at the Pantheon.
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^ [[A new Balloon Song to an old Tune.
By G. M. Woodward.
As Balloons are the subject of every debate, 
From beggars in tatters to steerers of state;
This theme I'll pursue and jog merrily on;
Air Balloons are the subject I choose for my song.
Derry Down.
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The statesman's Balloon in the seat of the brain, 
His valves are his pocket,-his ballast his gain;
At his wonderful courage plebeians all stare,
While he boldly puffs out his inflamable air.
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The Cit's apparatus for filling Balloons,
Are provisions and drink, glasses, knives, fork, & spoons:
Good wine is his Gas-which he cheerfully swills,
And his lusty Balloon with rich Turtle he fills.
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The Parson's Balloon-is the pulpit you'll say:
No, no; my good friends-have patience, I pray:
'Tis true that the Clergy love preaching, by fits:
But the Parson's Balloon is the same as the Cit's.
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In Lunardi, our Hero, the Ladies delight:
On Him they make stanzas, on Him dream each night:
And with him each fair one would fly to the Moon,
While with pleasure to all he displays his Balloon.
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My aerial theme I'll now bring to an end, 
And conclude, as begun, to Ballooners a friend;
May the Gas which each chuses be freely instill'd,
And our favourite Balloon be effectually fill'd.
Wits Magazine. Vol.2.
1784.