Safe Farn-boro’ way.
And where is the Parson gone,
Nobody can say.
But Kentish Farmers all have swore
To pay his monstrous tithes no more,
And spite of Bailiffs by the score,
The Farmers win the day.
Let us lend Joe Stow a hand,
Down Farn-boro’ way.
To fight the Parson and his band