And I hope that each man in chorus will bear.
Derry Down, &c.
Its of the new Pottery I mean now to sing,
And I hope to this city great wealth it will bring.
For we are deserving, of many things clever,
Our names are immortal, and shall be for ever.
Derry Down, &c.
Then let me explain a little of our merit,
Which now I will do with a generous spirit,
Great troble we have had to bring it to bear,