Come, Stockhore, you're the poet,
If ere you'd pen a grateful lay,
'Tis now the time to show it;
Such usage kind, in these good towns,
We've met from age and youth, sirs,
Accept our heartfelt thanks, and once
A poet sings the truth, sirs.
Fal lal, &c.
Ye lasses too, of all I see,
Ye're fairest in the nation;