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,
Down below!
For it made the day a Royal day,
Therefore they would be merry!
