Adieu your extortions, your sauce, and your lies,
Farewell to that Station, the cheating point where
You've so oft charged a pound for a two shilling fare.
Well, everything passes: a Camp like the rest,
But this ends while its novelty still has a zest;
And we're free to confess that we see with regret
The Flutters Hill's sun, like the Austerlitz, set.
Here's a health to the officer—liner or guard—
Who with Cambridge and Seaton has laboured so hard.
Here's a health to his men, whose good looks and good will