Whose Union Suits our souls bewitch—
The Simple Flannels of the Rich.
Even arrayed as one of these,
In Homespun stood the Royal Twain,
While people cried, on bended knees,
“Long live their Majesties! who deign
Thus by example to Restore
Our Woolen Industry of Yore!”
Thro’ all the Land the Tidings sped