Edward Thurlow - On the Road to Tunbridge lyrics

O Tunbridge, I approach thee with delight, That hast from many streams thy lovely name, Thy hop-gardens are blooming to the sight, Thy orchards of rich growth are dear to fame: Not in all Kent, in wealthy Kent, is found A vale more beauteous to the farmer's eye, Meads that with wheat and barley more abound, Or a more growth of luscious gra** supply: Thy Castle on the silent Medway stands And mournfully overlooks the laughing town, But thy fair school, upbuilt by pious hands, Demands the poet's lays and verdant crown: There Virgil and great Homer well are taught, Virtue well prized, and evil set at nought.