The lasses of FOUNT, though pronounc’d paramount,

Can scarce with these comits compare.

The lasses of PONT, to decorate don’t

Soar yet in the sphere of extremes;

The lasses of ERRING, on fashions conferring,

The decent most dext’rous deem.

The lasses of TYNE, who peerlessly shine,

Are mirrors of modesty too:

The lasses of COQUET put all in their pocket,

Go all to Coquet and woo!