Here’s nought as ’twas before:

People nor town should I have known,

Had I not heard the BURR.”

Our steeple’s gone,[80] that lov’d abode,

Where once we loudly croak’d

Advice to Gotham’s aldermen;

And with the freemen jok’d.

Now Gotham, London fashions apes,

They’ve every thing to tempt ye;

Like the city—shops with showy fronts,