Mr. John Bull sings:—
Ding-dong the lasses go! My patience it quite passes, O!
My brain it turns, though with Rob Burns, I dearly love the lasses, O!
There's right and wrong on either hand; that's clear to all but asses, O!
So hold your whist, drop each your fist, and to me list, fair lasses, O!
Lancashire lass, I like you well. You're buxom, brave, and bonny, O!
But do not slight your sense of right in hasty greed of money, O!
When North v. South "clemmed" many a mouth, what patient, patriot spirit, O!
Lancashire showed! All England glowed. That spirit you inherit, O!
But in your wrath you've missed the path of fair and patriot dealing, O!