To send folk to Tyburn tree!]
At length in Newcastle they centre—
In Hardy’s,[4] a house much renown’d,
The jovial company enter,
Where stores of good liquor abound:
As quick as the servants could fill it,
(Till emptied was quarts half a score)
With heart-burning thirst down they swill it,
And thump on the table for more.
While thus in fine cue they are seated,