When the Contagion all about was spread;
And people in the streets did fall down dead;
When Money’d Fugitives away did flee,
And took their Heels, in hopes to scape scot-free,
Just then we march’t away, the more’s the pitty,
And took our farewell of the Doleful City.
With heavy hearts into Hide Park we came,
To chuse a Place whereas we might remain.
Our ground we viewed, then straight to work didfall,
And build up Houses without any wall.