Our pond’rous lead, and bulky rafter,
Sail down the smooth canal together!
Whilst coal and lime and cheese and butter,
Shall grace our famous navigation;
And we will make a wond’rous clutter,
In modern Stockton’s commendation.
Our fairs I next will celebrate,
With scores of graziers, hinds and jockeys;
And bumpkins yok’d with Nell and Kate,
Who stare like any pig that stuck is: