There were seven more verses, but as the parody was of purely local interest, they are not here quoted.
THE SONG OF THE POST.
WITH "Bluchers" cobbled and worn,
With post-bag heavy alway,
A postman tramped on his twentieth round,
On good St. Valentine's day.
Rat-tat! rat! tat!
At every knocker almost,
Each time, in a voice that was somewhat flat,