Once more I’ll sing, and raise my tune,
On flourishing Stockton’s commendations.
Our bridge with pleasure I behold,
Our shambles gain great approbation;
And neighb’ring towns agree with me,
In singing Stockton’s commendation.
From East and West the graziers bring
Fat flocks of each denomination;
And o’er a glass they freely sing
Great is Stockton’s commendation.