Part 3 — HARK TO WINCHESTER: OR, THE Yorkshire Volunteers’ Farewell to the good Folks of Stockton.

Ye Stockton lads and lasses too, Come listen to my story; A dismal tale, because ’tis true, I’ve now to lay before ye: We must away, our rout is come, We scarce refrain from tears, O: Shrill shrieks the fife, rough roars the drum,— March, Yorkshire Volunteers, O! Fal lal lal la ral. Yet ere we part, my comrades say, Come, Stockhore[74], you’re the poet, If e’er you pen’d a grateful lay, ’Tis now the time to show it. Such usage fair in this good town, We’ve met from age and youth, sirs, Accept our grateful thanks, and own A poet sings the truth, sirs. Fal lal, &c. Ye lasses too, of all I see, The fairest in the nation; Sweet buds of beauty’s blooming tree, The top of the creation; Full many of our lads I ween, Have got good wives and true, sirs; I wonder what our leaders mean, They have not done so too, sirs. Fal lal, &c. Perhaps——but hark! the thund’ring drum, From love to arms is beating; Our country calls; we come, we come, Great George’s praise repeating: He’s great and good, long may he here Reign, every bliss possessing; And long may each true volunteer Behold him Britain’s blessing. Fal lal, &c. Our valiant Earl shall lead us on The nearest way to glory, Bright honour hails her darling son, And fame records his story. Dundas commands upon our lists The second; though on earth, sirs, No one he’s second to exists, For courage, sense, and worth, sirs. Fal lal, &c. No venal muse before your view Next sets a vet’ran bold, sirs, The praise to merit justly due, From Paul she cannot hold, sirs, His valour oft has bore the test, In war he’s brisk and handy; His private virtues stand confest, In short, he’s quite the dandy. Fal lal, &c. Brave Mackarel heads his grenadiers, They’re just the lads to do it, And should the Dons, or lank Monsieurs Come here, he’ll make them rue it: He’ll roar his thunders, make them flee, With a tow, row, row, row, ra ra; And do them o’er by land,——at sea, As Rodney did Langara. Fal lal, &c. Young Thompson, with his lads so light Of foot, with hearts of steel, O, His country’s cause will nobly fight, And make her foes to feel, O: For should the frog-fed sons of Gaul Come capering, a la Francois, My lads, said he, we’ll teach them all The Light Bob country-dance a. Fal lal, &c. Our leaders all, so brave and bold, Should I in verse recite a, A baggage waggon would not hold The songs that I could write, a: Their deeds so great, their words so mild, O take our worst commander, And to him Cæsar was a child, And so was Alexander. Fal lal, &c. Such men as these we’ll follow thro’ The world, and brave all danger; Each volunteer is firm and true, His heart’s to fear a stranger.—— Good Folks, farewell! God bless the king, With angels centry o’er him, Now, Hark, to Winchester! we’ll sing, And push about the Jorum! Fal lal lal la ral.