But when he got to Ferrybridge he long'd to join the pack again,
So after dinner, he and Althorpe—order'd horses back again.
Bow, wow, wow.
Wise Scarlett, who is just your man to browbeat, pose, or plead, Sir,
Produced a poor-bill, which, 'tis said, was very poor indeed, Sir;
And Denman spoke when he'd been made a serjeant in the morning,
And what he said betray'd that he'd been dining at the Horn Inn.
Bow, wow, wow.
While Whitbread, Calvert, Buxton all, kept up the price of beer, Sir,
Young Yellow Lambton seem'd to think the poor were charged too dear, Sir;