Bob Fudge's Postscript
To his Account of the great Town Moor Meeting, on Monday  11th October, 1819.

Since the Meeting, dear Bob, many things have come out,
Which in Gotham have made a most damnable rout:
Mister Mayor at a trifle does not seem to stick,
With the Rads* he's been playing Sir Archy Mac Syc.--
While Sidmouth he cramm'd with some Green Bag Supplies,
Which--Alas! for his Worship--have turn'd out all lies!
A stark starving Parson,** to add to the store,
A budget has sent to the noble Strathmore;
And some other Arch Wag, whom all grace has forsook,
A thumper has palm'd on a great Northern Duke!
Sir Matt, too, so lately the pride of the Tyne,
Against poor old Gotham did also combine;
By supporting Bold Archy's most libellous letter,
He has added another strong link to the fetter!
The rivet he's clos'd which no mortal can sever,
And set now's the Bright Star of Heaton for ever!
but let him beware--for a Rod is in pickle,
Which, sooner or later, his Toby will tickle.
both the Houses have rung with the direful alarms,
Of the Rads on the Tyne and the Wear being in arms;
'Tis all a sly hoax-the Alarmists alarming,
For there's not the least symptom of Rising or Arming!

--In: The Newcastle Song Book or Tyne-Side Songster., W&T Fordyce
Newcastle Upon Tyne.