Three dismal men who twine three tunes in one,
And send forth sounds, with faces sad to see,
Call'd by the chair, "The favour of a Glee."—
Appealing lists appal you now, and they
Are nail'd for pounds, who screw for pence all day.
But hear the sweet applauses of the crowd,
When Mister Secretary reads aloud
That Smith or Jones has put down One Pound One;
Then, if you've luck to get a hat, begone,
Unless you longing linger near the spot