The city's Corporations poor Their Founders bless, their help implore.  

THE glorious Founder of the world  
Was first in our foundation,  
The Parliament was next to him  
In our origination:  
England's chief City next to these  
Appears in our Creation,  
What Hospitals Such Founders have  
As our poors' Corporation?   

Their founder's death, gave Life & Breath  
To hospitals Foundation,  
Our founder's Life, is Life to us  
And to our future Station.  
A happy death we pray for such  
Whose death breathes Life to others,  
Long be our founder's life, whose Life  
Inspires exspiring Brothers.   

Our first admission was not got  
By friends, or Rich allies,  
By great men's lines, by promise made  
Of grateful Curtesyes:  
Deep poverty did plead our Cause,  
The ghost we were up giving,  
With naked backs, and hungry jaws  
And worms did eat us Living.   

Friendless and harborless were we  
Exposed to wind and weather,  
And starving under stalls we lay  
wandering we knew not whither.  
In filthy rags, we clothed were,  
Begging about the City,  
That was our case, than was the time  
Of our blessed Founders pity.   

For ever blessed be our God,  
Blessed be the Parliament,  
Blessed be our Corporation,  
Blessed, our Lord President, 
Lord Mayor, for the time being, President.   
Blessed be our Friend his Deputy, 
John Cutler Esq. Deputy President.   
Our Treasurer; and All, 
Mr Maurice Gething treasurer.   
Whose tender hearts, whose hands, whose purse  
Have quit us thus from Thrall.   

Our backs, and bellies bless you all  
And your Posterity;  
We beg, this work begun by you  
May have prosperity.  
Help, help, blessed Founders, build upon  
This newly laid Foundation,  
The Generations yet to come  
Shall bless your Corporation.