With early dawn we mount the chaise,
And Phoebus smiles in friendly rays:
O'er finest turnpike-road we bowl,
The wheels, the numbers gently roll,
Speed swift to Baldock down the hill,
Where liv'd sweet Polly of the Mill,
But now the lovely Polly's gone,
Rival of Venus!—so drive on.
Polly was a beautiful girl made famous throughout England in the popular song, Maid of the Mill (also on Poetry Atlas).
She seems to have been Baldock's only claim to fame.