Whilk he said was the pride o’ the nation;
And thought at their shippin aw’d maek a haze gaze;
But aw whop’d ma foot on his noration.
Wi’ hus, mun, three hundred ships sail iv a tide,
We think nouse on’t, aw’ll maek accydavy:
Ye’re a gouck if ye din’t knaw that the lads o’ Tyne side,
Are the Jacks that maek famish wor navy.
’Bout Lunnun, &c.
We went big St Paul’s and Westminster to see,
And aw warnt ye aw thought they luck’d pretty: