And then we’d a keek at the Monument te,
Whilk ma friend ca’d the pearl o’ the city.
Wey hinny, says aw, we’ve a Shot Tower se hee,
That biv it ye might scraffle to heaven;
And if on Saint Nicholas ye once cus’ an e’e,
Ye’d crack on’t as lang as ye’re livin.
’Bout Lunnun, &c.
We trudg’d to St James’s, for there the king lives,
Aw warn’d ye a good stare we teuck on’t;
By my faicks its been built up by Adam’s aun neaves,