P. R. Chalmers, Punch, Volume 147, Issue 3809… (19th and 20th century)
“ Good gentlemen, good gentlemen, it's close, your London air; If I'm mixing up the proverbs, 'tis because my reads run shining Through the fret of far-off pine-woods, and I'm wishful to be there; Or at hand among the hop-poles when the vines are trailing fair. Good gentlemen, the prologue! Here's programme most attractive: She's songs for everyone o' you—oh, rare the tunes and rich! Here's hackneyed Devon Harbours (but the pollock's biting active) ; Here's Evening (rise in Hampshire) ; here's The Roller on the Pitch; And music in the lot o' them—it doesn't matter which. ”
