St. Luke is dead—a Poet and Divine—
I hope his spirit doth in glory shine.
To save expense, and the roads being ugly,
Or the Doctor would have come to Dudley.
In Dudley town there lives a man
Who deals in silk and clothes, sir;
If you trust him your mutton to Cook,
He’ll be sure to spoil your broth, sir.
A certain tailor kept a horse for amusement in those days, not in the best condition, so we have the horse described:—