'Tis pretty to hear them Prattle,
And tell of their loud Alarms:
We'll Crown them with Garlands gay,
And dress up our Houses, &c.
Those boys are the Pride of Britain,
They love us and so they may;
Dear Mother it is but fitting,
We shou'd be as kind as they:
The Conduits shall run with Wine,
We'll dress up our Houses, &c.