THE GOLDEN HORNS;
Reading edition
Or, The General Invitation.
Come, neighbours, to Robson's let's all hie away, To see the Ox crown'd with ribbons so gay: His horns are well gilded, his head bright does shine, We'll soon get a slice and a horn full of wine. Some come from afar, as did wise men of old, To see our King's head branch'd out thus with gold. Success, then, to horns, when they're gilded so clever; May the ... wear horns, and wear them for ever. In praise then of horns let all Newcastle sing; For he who scorns horns despises his... Let them boast of their garters, and boast of their stars, But horns are far better than honours or scars. Never blush for your horns, then, though low be your station, Since horns are the pride of the Chief of our nation. Let them make Lords and Dukes, crown an Ass, if they will, The order of Horns let it be my theme still.