She sigh’d, she sobb’d, and press’d him to her breast,
And all the Mother’s fondest love exprest.
The honest Grocer, waking in amaze,
Rubbing his eyes, did on our Hero gaze,—
‘Why dang it now, do my old eyes tell true?
‘Is it my boy,—dear Johnny, is it you?
‘When did you come? how got you leave, my Boy?
‘Zounds! I’m so glad, I can’t contain my joy!’
John now explain’d how England he did reach;
Th’ enraptur’d Parents hung upon his speech.