In the County of Norfolk, that Paradise Land,
Whose Riches and Power doth all Europe command,
There stands a great House (and long may it stand)
Which nobody can deny.

And in this great House there is a great Hall;
So spacious it is and so sumptuous withal,
It excells Master Wolsey's Hampton--Court and Whitehall.
Which nobody can, &c.

To adorn this great Room, both by Day and by Night,
And convince all the World that the Deeds of Sir Knight
Stand in need of no Darkness, there hangs a great Light.
Which nobody can, &c.

A Lanthorn it is, for its Splendour renown'd,
'Tis Eleven Feet high and full Twenty Feet round,
And cost, as they say, many a fair hundred Pound.
Which nobody can, &c.

The King, Sir, (God bless him) who lives in the Verge,
Could hardly afford the exorbitant Charge
Of a Palace so fine, or a Lanthorn so large.
Which nobody can, &c.

Now let us all pray (tho' its not much in Fashion)
That this Lanthorn may spread such an Illumination,
As may glare in the Eyes of the whole British Nation.
Which nobody should deny.