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THE ROYAL LORD MAYOR'S DAY

OR, THE CITY'S WELCOME TO THE PRINCE OF WALES.

There were Four-and-twenty Lord Mayors, all of a row—
Four-and-twenty Lord Mayors, all of a row!

CHAUNT.

There were the Lord Mayors past, from the first to the last—The Lord Mayor present, looking uncommonly pleasant, and the Lord Mayors to come, nearly filling the room—the Sheriffs and the Livery, sworn enemies to knavery—the Remembrancer and Mace with the Chaplain to say Grace—Common Sergeant and Recorder, all ranged in proper order—when, making glad the scene, the news came that the

Queen, had, to add to our renown, borne an heir to England's Crown, the little Prince of Wales calling forth repeated hails, universal acclamation, and loud congratulation, from the very top of Guild hall to the bottom,

There were Four-and-twenty Ministers all of a row—
Four-and-twenty Cabinet Ministers, all of a row!

CHAUNT.

All rushing hurry scurry, in a terrible great hurry— with the Officers of State, that they mighn't be too late, for they knew she wouldn't wait—the Premier full of zeal—Lord Chancellor, Privy Sal—His Grace of Canterbury, in duty ever ready—the Bishop too, of London, that nothing migh, be undone—the Lord High Chamberlain, with his wand and chain —the Commander of the Forces, the Grand Master of the Horses—and, not a little puzzled, the Lord Steward of the Household—when the Birth of the Royal Boy, spread universal joy—

There were Four-and-twenty Welchmen, all of a row—
Four-and-twenty Welchmen, all of a row!

CHAUNT.

There was Ap Shenken, and Ap Jenken—Ap Rice, and Ap Price—Ap Wynn and Ap Gwynn—Ap Lloyd and Ap Floyd—from Carnarvon to Llangollen—to Carmarthen and Hellvellyn—all capering like goats, and spluttering their throats—to think a Prince of Wales, was born again to crown their vales—and all was fun and jollity, throughout the

Principality. There was roasted cheese and ale, which they swallowed by the pail! For the Lord Mayor they all said, must be a Welchman born and bred,

There Four-and-twenty Princes of Wales, all of a row—
Four-and-twenty Princes of Wales, all of a row!

CHAUNT.

There was Edward of Carnarvon, who proved himself a brave one—and the glorious Black Prince, who made the Frenchmen wince—at Cressy and Poictiers, despite their swords and spears—Harry Monmouth, our Fifth Harry, who would for no one tarry, —but for England nobly fought, and won at Agineourt —Bluff Hal, who had six wives, and loved them all thair lives! Our Second Charles the morry so fond of drinking Sherry—to George the Fourth and last, but they all will be surpassed, by our Young Prince, bless his heart! his namesake's counterpart, who's come, we well may say, to make every dwelling gay.

There are Four-and-twenty Loyal Subjects all of a row!
Four-and-twenty Loyal Subjects all of a row!

CHAUNT.

There's Johnny Bull, and Dolly Bull, and Sawny Bull, and Paddy Bull, all assembled fully bent, to hail the blessed event, so joyful to the Nation, with loyal salutation, and drink with three times three,

Little Albert, wishing he, may be as great and glorious, as happy and viciorious, as his ancestors of yore, and live a hundred years or more—the pride of every scene, while we shout God save the Queen!