Each cheerfully joining in dialogue song;
I met them, delighted on Gateshead green hill,
While Betty’s sweet voice charm’d all lads round each mill.
Derry down, &c.
BETTY.
Indeed, honest Neddy! the news is quite true,
Th’ Sandhill, no longer crow nests we can view;
The downfalling Steeple, and coming down Change,
Oblig’d feather’d builders at distance to range.
Derry down, &c.