“ Printed for the Booksellers in Town and Country.
1823.
YORK, YOU'RE WANTED.
From York I com'd to get a place,
And travelled to this town, Sir;
In Holborn I an office found,
Of credit and renown, Sir:
Says I, pray Sir, get me a place,
Says he, your prayer is granted:
And when I meet with one that suits,
I'll tell you, York, you're wanted. ”

“ They'll ne'er make a tempest like that in my mind,
Tho' loudest of thunder on louder waves roar,
That's naething like leaving my love on the shore.
To leave thee behind me my heart is sair pain'd;
By ease that's inglorious no fame can be gain'd ”