Bobby Shaftoe’s gone to sea, &c.
THE PLEASURES OF SUNDERLAND.
In the fine town of Sunderland which stands on a hill,
Which stands on a hill most noble to see,
There’s fishing and fowling all in the same town:
Every man to his mind, but Sunderland for me.
There’s dancing and singing also in the same town,
And many hot scolds there are in the week;
’Tis pleasant indeed the market to see,