'Gan prating glibly of the Norwich folk
And what fine things were doing in their city,
"An ancient place it is, sir!" said the prince,
"As its old churches, castle, gates, evince!"
"Gates!" please your highness, "there my heart is broke,
They 'as, and more's the pity,
Just pull'd the old gates down! (I may
Get i' the wrong box too, for blabbin')
Narwich an arncient city, did you say?
An' please your Majesty, not now; 't ha' been!"