And half a score more we take pride in;
Of famous Will Congreve, we boast too the skill;
But the Will of all Wills, was Warwickshire Will,
Warwickshire Will,
Matchless still;
For the Will of all Wills, was a Warwickshire Will.
Our Shakespeare compar’d is to no man—
Nor Frenchman, nor Grecian, nor Roman;
Their swans are all geese, to the Avon’s sweet swan;
And the man of all men, was a Warwickshire man,