Behold the flowing Thames frozen o’re,
That latelich Ships of mighty Burthen bore
The Watermen for want of Rowing Boats
Make brooking of Stalls to get her Pence & Groats
Here thou mayst see cow breeded on the spit
And for thy pennies thou mayst smatch a bit
There thou mayst thrutch thy name, tho cannot write
For num'd mid cold: tis done mid a great fight
And lay hit by that elds yet to come
May see what things upon the ice were done