The Loyal Pride of Fishponds Lodge has left the old "Full Moon,"
Yet, though their band be warlike, they mean nor war nor pillage,
'Tis charity that bids them thus perambulate the village.
No member of the Order would dare to come too late
When Fishponds calls her Druids out to celebrate a fête.
Then, while with martial music, the left foot on the beat,
The Lodge awakes the echoes loud in every village street,
The villagers of Fishponds forsake their early bed,
And each one at his window displays a nightcapped head,
Salutes the hoary Druids, nor fails to greet with cheers,