The blue-stocking club, when abandon’d by fame,
On a project resolv’d to revive a lost name,
So for each member’s comfort in life’s chilling gloom,
Old mother M⸺tague feather’d her room.
CHORUS.
Sing a Ballynamona oro,
A fine feather’d chamber for me.
II.
Like old mother Philips, tho’ doubtless her betters,
These blue-stocking ladies are ladies of letters;