N.W.
Alack! up Northern Primrose Hill
(Sing, oh, JACK! sing, ah, GILL!)
They climbed, and deemed it Helicon,
Those childish bards, GILLETTE and JOHN,
Their pails with Hippocrene to fill.
(Sing, oh, JACK! sing, ah, GILL!)
Adown that Western Hill, alack!
(Sing, ah, GILL! sing, oh, JACK!)
Or e'er they gained the Muses' well,
JACK kicked his bucket frail and, fell.
And GILL was brought upon her back.
(Sing, ah, GILL! sing, oh, JACK!)