My Name’s Tom Dibdin.
My name’s Tom Dibdin,[118] far o’er Ludgate Hill
My master kept his shop, a frugal Cit,
Whose constant cares were to increase his store,
And keep his only ’prentice, me, at home;
For I had heard of acting, and I long’d
To mimic on the stage some warlike lord,
But fortune granted me what trade denied.
Yon moon, which rose one night across Moorfields,