XII.
And those who now quit their hods, shovels, and barrows, In crowds to the bar of some ale-house to flock, When bred to _our_ bar shall be Gibbses and Garrows, Assume the silk gown, and discard the smock-frock.
And those who now quit their hods, shovels, and barrows, In crowds to the bar of some ale-house to flock, When bred to _our_ bar shall be Gibbses and Garrows, Assume the silk gown, and discard the smock-frock.