“Alas! alas!” Old England now may say,

“My glory withers; it has had its day:

We’re fallen on evil times; men read and think;

Our bold forefathers loved to fight and drink.

“Then lived the good ’Squire Asgill - what a change

Has death and fashion shown us at the Grange!

He bravely thought it best became his rank

That all his tenants and his tradesmen drank;

He was delighted from his favourite room

To see them ’cross the park go daily home