Boston, Lincolnshire

"The old mayor climb’d the belfry tower, The ringers ran by two, by three; ‘Pull, if ye never pull’d before; Good ringers, pull your best,’ quoth he. ‘Play uppe, play uppe, O Boston bells! Ply all your changes, all your swells, Play uppe “The Brides of Enderby.”’"

"Solid men of Boston, banish long potations! Solid men of Boston, make no long orations!"

"Solid men of Boston, make no long orations; Solid men of Boston, drink no long potations; Solid men of Boston, go to bed at sundown; Never lose your way like the loggerheads of London."