HURRAH FOR THE POSTMAN, THE GREAT ROLAND HILL.[6]
"Come, send round the liquor, and fill to the brim
A bumper to Railroads, the Press, Gas, and Steam;
To rags, bags, and nutgalls, ink, paper, and quill,
The Post, and the Postman, the gude Roland Hill!
By steam we noo travel mair quick than the eagle,
A sixty mile trip for the price o' a sang!
A prin it has powntit—th' Atlantic surmountit,
We'll compass the globe in a fortnight or lang.
The gas bleezes brightly, you witness it nightly,