Then let us all join in the chorus,
And sing of the qualities rare,
Of one who by nature is noble,—
And hail him the lord of Saltaire!
He's rear'd up a palace to Labour,
Will equal the Cæsars of old,
The church and the school and the cottage,
And lavish'd his thousands of gold:
Where the workman may live and be happy,
Enjoying the fruit of his hand;