Or a hactor hobscure and halone,
He have positive shown in a letter so gay
That he still have regard for the Throne.
Oh! don’t you remember Sweet William, Ben Bolt?
His tongue it would never keep still;
And its sweet-flavoured clack had a fatherly smack
To the click of the Radical mill.
Them wentursome words wos but words, Ben Bolt
And I looks for their meaning around;
For them lines to a Prince, they only ewince