But now I’ll tell you news prodigious,
My honest friends, be sure remark it,
Our ferries are transform’d to bridges,
And Cleveland trips to Stockton market.
Our causeways rough, and mirey roads,
Shall sink into a navigation,
And Johnny Carr shall sing fine odes,
In modern Stockton’s commendation.
O what a scene for joy and laughter,
To see, as light as cork or feather,