A NEW SONG ON THE BIRTH OF THE PRINCE OF WALES Who was born on Tuesday, November 9th, 1841. John Harkness, Printer, Church Street, Preston. There’s a pretty fuss and bother both in country and town, Since we have got a present and an heir unto the crown, A little Prince of Wales so charming and so sly, And the ladies shout with wonder, what a pretty little boy. CHORUS. So let us be contented and sing with mirth and joy, Some things must be got ready for the pretty little boy. He must have a little musket, a trumpet, and a kite, A little penny rattle and silver sword so bright, A little cap and feather with scarlet coat so smart, And a pretty little hobby horse to ride about the park. Prince Albert he will often take the young Prince on his lap, And fondle him so loving while he stirs about the pap, He will pin on his flannel before he takes his nap, Then dress him out so stylish with his little clouts and cap. He must have a dandy suit to strut about the town. John Bull must rake together six or seven thousand pound, You’d laugh to see his daddy, at night he homeward runs, With some peppermint or lollipops, sweet cakes and sugar plums. He will want a little fiddle, and a little German flute, A little pair of stockings and a pretty pair of boots, With a handsome pair of spurs and a golden headed cane, And a stick of barley-sugar as long as Drury Lane. An old maid ran through the palace, which did the nobs surprise, Bawling out he’s got his daddy’s mouth his mammy’s nose and eyes He will be as like his daddy as a frigate’s like a ship, If he had got mustachoes on his upper lip. Now to get these little nicities the taxes must be rose, For the little Prince of Wales wants so many suits of clothes, So they must tax the frying pan, the windows and the doors, The bedsteads and the tables, kitchen-pokers and the floors. Now all you pretty maidens, mind what the story says, And try to get a son in nine months and eleven days, That’s what folks call industry, so damsels young and fair, Be quickly rolling on the straw with a pretty little dear. A NEW SONG ON THE BIRTH OF THE PRINCE OF WALES J. Harkness, Printer, 121 and 122 Church Street Office, North Road, Preston. Come all you bold Britons, and list for awhile, And I will sing you a song that will make you to smile, A young Prince of Wales is come to town, The pride of all the nation, and heir to the crown, On the ninth of November, ’tis true ’pon my life, All Buckingham Palace was bustle and strife, The nurses stared at each other with joy, Bawling, our queen she has got a most beautiful boy. CHORUS.