And silence has seal’d up the pestle and mortar.
Oh Chester, Oh Chester!
When maladies pester,
Thy liquid Catholicon eases our pain!
Mad Turks, Jews, Philistines,
Mad Quakers and Christians,
Are dipp’d into peace and good order again.
No more of old Bath, oh ye medical asses!
With nose-kissing cane, and your full bottom’d wigs;
The Chester Well water in virtue surpasses;