And farmers come, with cheerful pace,
To join in Stockton’s commendation.
Our lead in piles in plenty lie,
Sent by shipping to each nation.
Behold all trades on Stockton smile,
Makes me sing Stockton’s commendation.
Our races they are fifties three,
Where Darlington, of noble station,
Our Steward he approves to be,
To honour Stockton’s commendation.