John Bull shall never bankrupt be, until
Great Hornsey Wood shall come to Primrose Hill.
[Descends.
John.—
Had I three mouths I’d eat thee. It can’t be.
Had it been Alderman Wood and Rowland Hill,
They might have met; but trees can’t cut their sticks,
Nor Chalk Farm walk its chalk from Primrose Hill.
Yet, tell me one thing more. Shall famine ever
Reign in this kingdom.