With shouts and cries, in cheerful wise, That Stockton-men were far excelling. It was told to me as a true relation, Then I took my pen and ink in hand, And I writ brave Stockton's commendation. SONG IV. A NEW SONG IN PRAISE OF STOCKTON, FOR THE YEAR 1764. BY MR. WILLIAM SUTTON. On the banks of the Tees, at Stockton of old, 'Twas once on a time, that King John being there, The chiefs of Newcastle did thither repair; Humbly pray'd that his Highness would deign for to grant Them a charter, of which they were then in great want. The King highly pleas'd with the Bishop's grand treat, Old Noll, in his day, out of pious concern, The town still improving became the delight The King, Lords, and Commons approving the scheme, The bridge was begun, and now's building between Two counties, when finish'd no doubt 'twill produce, Fairs, markets for cattle, and all things for use. Let us drink then a bumper to Stockton's success; May its commerce increasing ne'er meet with distress; May the people's endeavours procure them much wealth, And enjoy all their days the great blessing of health. Derry Down, &c. SONG V. THE NEW WAY OF STOCKTON'S COMMENDATION. To the old Tune. BY BENJAMIN PYE, LL.D. ARCHDEACON OF DURHAM. "UPON the stately river Tees, "A noble castle there was placed, "Nigh unto the ocean seas, "Whereby our country was much graced ; 66 Affording rich commodities, "Of corn and lead unto the nation; "Which makes me sing in cheerful wise, "Of ancient Stockton's commendation. But now I'll tell you news prodigious, And Cleveland trips to Stockton market. Our causeways rough, and miry roads, And Johnny Carr shall sing fine odes, O what a scene for joy and laughter, Our fairs I next will celebrate, With scores of graziers, hinds and jockeys; And bumpkins yok'd with Nell and Kate, Who stare like any pig that stuck is : Fat horned beasts now line our streets, Which Aldermen were wont to pace on ; And oxen low, and lambkins bleat, And all for Stockton's commendation. Our races too deserve a tune, The Northern sportsmen all prefer 'em, For Dainty Davy here did run Much better than at York or Durham. |