Darby-shires Glory.  
To the Tune of, I am a Jovial Bachelor.  
 

OLd England many Countries hath  
of Fame and great Renown;  
But Darbyshire for Wool and Led  
all others doth put down:  
For Youngmen neat,  
And Maids complete,  
All those that have been there,  
Will Boldly swear,  
None can compare  
With famous Darbyshere.   

In Yorkshire it is reported,  
there is store of Bread and Beef;  
And Cheshire, as I hear them say,  
for Men it is the Chief:  
There's Lancashire aboundeth  
for Fair Women, they say;  
But Darbyshire for Wool and Lead,  
doth bear the Bell away.   

Their Sheep they feed in Pastures good,  
upon the pleasant Plain:  
There is great store of Coals and Wood,  
besides all sorts of Grain.  
And clothes mostbrave  
Likewise they have,  
That is both fresh and fair:  
Which makes, etc.   

In other Countries I have heard tell  
of the Fame of Derby Man't;  
For let them make the best they can,  
they of it come far short.  
It bears the Bell,  
As I have heard tell,  
Of all both far and near;  
Which makes me swear,  
None can compare  
With famous Derbyshire,   

And then such Drink of this same Malt  
the Brewers they do make,  
Will make an old Woman's Tongue to talk,  
and a Cat almost to speak:  
It will do them good,  
And warm their Blood,  
That drinks but of this Beer;  
Which makes me swear,  
None can compare  
With famous Derbyshire.   

The Grovers they do work full hard  
within the Stony Ground,  
(Although with Stones they're debarred)  
till they their Ore have found:  
Then with their Prize away they buy  
to take a Glass of Beer:  
Which makes, etc.   

In Derby, which is the County Town,  
there is a Castle strong;  
Which many an arrant Rogue hath known,  
that hath done his Neighbours wrong.  
And the County Sheriff doth ride in State,  
with Trumpets sounding clear:  
Which makes, etc.   

There is Heafeild Hope, and Tidswal,  
(as I have heard many tell)  
For Fairs and merry Meetings,  
all others doth excel.  
The Youngmen and Maids,  
With their Comrades,  
Will Dance and Sing most rare:  
Which makes, etc.   

Their is great Hunting every year,  
not far from Tidswall Town,  
To which brave Gentlemen repair,  
and Men of high Renown:  
To the Mo●res they're bound,  
With Horse and Hound,  
To chase the nimble Hare:  
Which makes, etc.   

There is the Chapel of Frith likewise,  
it I must not forget  
There is proper youngmen comes to Town,  
and Maidens very neat:  
Then at the Thorn,  
They're not think scorn,  
To take a Cup of Beer:  
Which makes, etc.   

The Wonders of the world I think,  
at Buxtons may be found;  
While a white pound of Candles burn,  
one may walk under the Ground.  
Then there is Well,  
(As I have heard tell)  
For Virtue's very rare:  
Which makes, &c,   

There is Fishing, and there is Fowling,  
likewise at Backwall Town;  
There is Hunting, and there is Bowling  
both up the Hills and down.  
All Recreations lawful and civil,  
they use there;  
Which makes, etc.   

And now my Song for to conclude,  
I here do make an End;  
Sure every one that is not rude,  
will take me for his Friend:  
Then buy then all, both Great and Small,  
the Purchase is not dear,  
When for one Penny you may have  
The Fame of Derbyshire.   
FINIS.   

London Printed for W. Thackeray, T. Passenger, and W. Whitwood.