"Solid men of Boston, make no long orations;
Solid men of Boston, drink no strong potations;
Solid men of Boston, go to bed at sundown,
Never lose your way like the loggerheads of London.
Bow, wow, wow.
"Sit down neighbours all, and I'll tell you a merry story,
About a disappointed Whig that wish'd to be a Tory,
I had it piping hot from Ebenezer Barber,
Who sail'd from Old England, and lies in Boston harbour.
Bow, wow, wow."