A Northland Lord, a Denison,
With Manners most polite.
A Kirk and Chaplin still remain,
Tho' the House has lost its Clerk;
But a Parrott's there to say amen,
And a Fox and Woulfe to bark!
Saint Andrew, holy man, is gone,
Who Knightley, Neeld, and Praed,[42]
A Haytor[43] of the poor man's joy,
And Sunday Baker trade.