Britons to turn to Baltic rats.
Meanwhile the Founder circles round,
Six jetty steeds before him bound;
And while the jolly huzzahs rise,
Of joy unfeign'd, and reach the skies,
Glad shiv'ring transports round him fly
And the tear trembles in his eye;
And York's high Duke, with lively glee
Views, turned to spits, a mighty tree.
Now, music of two princely bands,