An Original Collection of Songs :: :: University of Virginia Library

Oh, what a town, what a wonderful metropolis,
Such a town as London town was surely never seen;
Such a noise of girls and boys, and such a merry populace,
For Gog and Magog loyally have entertain'd the Queen.
The Companies, to show their zeal, themselves form'd in monopolies—
All the nation's population were with joy obstropolis,
For search the earth, of all who've birth, Victoria, sure, worth treble is,
Oh, what a town, what a wonderful metropolis,
London town most loyally has entertain'd the Queen.

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Air—When Arthur first in court began.

Victoria sought the Common Hall,
To grace the civic chair,
And dined with those most worthy men,
The Sheriffs and the Mayor.
The Mayor she made a baronet—
Thrice happy was his lot—
And both the Sheriffs, too, she knights,
They all are Sirs, Cod wot!

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Air—Bartholomew Fair.

In bustle, Neighbour John
His bran new wig put on,
With coat and waistcoat gay,
To grace that happy day—
For such another reign
He ne'er may see again,
As the happy reign,
The reign of Queen Victoria!

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Air—Liberty Hall.

To famous Guildhall did they proudly invite
Our Queen, bright Victoria, Great Britain's delight!
In public to dine with the city's new lord,
While loyalty, plenty, both garnish the board.

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Air—Chapter of Kings.

Our Henrys and Edwards, they feasted of yore,
Elizabeth—Ann, too—with dainties great store,
And our Georges the bell from all monarchs that bore,
But they vow for Victoria they'd do ten times more,
For barring all pother, 'bout this, that, and t'other,
They were all entertained in their turn.

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Air—Lord Mayor's Day.

There were four-and-twenty carriages, all of a row,
Four and-twenty maids of honour, all of a row—
With horsemen and footmen, drummers and mummers,
Trumpeters, beefeaters—nobility, mobility,
Little boys, full of noise—men and women, girls and piemen,
And all the houses and churches filled with people,
From the garrets and the steeple—jolly fellows—to the cellars—down below!
To see the Queen go to Guildhall, to eat, and to make merry.

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Air—Roast beef of Old England.

Roast beef in its glory, the Englishman's fare,
Proudly smoked on the board—famed Sir Loin, too, was there,

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With the Baron, to make all the Aldermen stare—
Oh, the roast beef of Old England,
Oh, the Old English roast beef!

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Air—Alderman's Thumb.

Oh, 'twas merry in the Hall,
For the chins wagg'd all;
Such a noise, and such a din,
As they cut through thick and thin,
Ham and fowls, and soups and fish,
Lots of every dainty dish.
Cut me this, and cut me that,
Send me crust, and send me fat.
Tit bits—pulling, hauling—
Legs, wings, breast, head!
Some for liquor scolding, bawling—
Hock, Port, White, Red!
All was cramming, cutting, slashing,
Ducks and geese, and gravy splushing,
Till all was done.

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Air—A health to the King, God bless him.

In a bumper of Burgundy, filled to the brink,
Or in Claret, or Hock, or Champagne;
For not a soul there from the glad toast would shrink,
Though they ne'er drank a bumper again.
London drank to her glory, her hope, and her joy,
Wishing no woe or care might distress her,
But plenty and peace banish far each annoy,
They drank health to the Queen, God bless her!

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Air—Here's a health to all good lasses.

Yes to her, who all surpasses,
Her, the queen of all good lasses,
To Victoria, in full glasses,
They the glorious toast sent round.
All good lasses, in a bumper,
Glad it passes, in a thumper—
Wishing all a life of pleasure,
Without mixture, without measure,
For in them true joy is found.

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Air—God save the Queen.

God save our youthful Queen,
Long live our youthful Queen,
God save the Queen!