She keeps the best ale the town can afford,
For gentlemen to drink till they cannot see:
Every man to his mind, but Sunderland for me.
Sunderland’s a fine place, it shines where it stands,
And the more I look on it the more my heart warms;
And if I was there I would make myself free:
Every man to his mind, but Sunderland for me.
THE FROLICSOME OLD WOMEN OF SUNDERLAND:
Or, The Disappointed Young Maids.
Tune—They’ll marry tho’ threescore and ten.