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9 "Ye tinkling chimes your chanting quite,

Nae langer, now, your tunes delight,

While Toby’s clinkers, morn’ till night,

Harmonious play,

In strains of rapture doubly sweet,

The live-lang day.

"Ye filt’ring engines, pipes and rones,

Methinks I hear your parting groans,

And funeral curfew’s dirgeful tones,

"Clink-clank, clink-clank,"

Go seek your graves, and rest your bones,

In Ww B—k.

"Hydromic-proof and bubble makers,

(Whigs, tabernacle-fo’ks or quakers)

Wha deal in crystal beads an’ crackers,

Your warks devaul,

The standard for aquatic liquors

Is Toby’s wall.