Your rulers be loyal to great George the third,
Each rich man prove honest, and just to his word:
No fair-trading merchant will smuggle, or cheat,
No foul gorging glutton waste poor people’s meat.
“Your fine Sandhill maidens be merry and wise,
From their crying of lemons, to selling of pies;
Your green, and rare fish-women, civil enough,
Your milliners spruce, not so apt to take huff.
Up the Side, you’ll hear compliments, happy and free,
Where hot puddings, and haggishes, plenty shall be: