Sprouting out, &c.
Full wages have fled, hard work’s ill paid,
And grub werry scarce has been;
But the rare old cabbage shall never fade
From being a chap wots green.
The hearty old plant in future days
Shall fatten you up so fast;
For the best of wegables man can raise,
Is a cabbage, my boys, at last,
Sprouting out, &c.