Shop fronts of articles were bared, To make way for those who’d chink, While a label over their heads declar’d Them ‘warranted not to shrink.’ At a furrier’s shop close by, a sight Of human mugs did grin, sirs, With a bill above, in black and white, “A stock of _muffs_ within, sirs!” Ri fol, &c. The state procession pass’d by quick, A very spicy state in, There were Lords of the Gold and Silver Stick, And other _sticks_ in waiting. The Master of the Hounds, of course, (A regular _buck_) was there, And the noble Master of the Horse, Who went to see the _mayor_! Ri fol, &c. At Temple Bar, Lord Magnus Mayor, Perform’d King Dick that day, And offer’d Vic. his sword so bare, In a werry _cutting_ way, “Of such fine looking blades,” cries Vic., “In the City there but few are, So take it back again, old flick, I’m not so sordid (_sworded_) as you are.” Ri fol, &c. The aldermen made quite a fix, Their nags so frisk’d and play’d did, Ducrow could never do such tricks On horsehack such as they did. They reach’d the ’Change, quite pleas’d, no doubt, When the trumpeter, clever elf! Gave his trumpet a good _blow out_, Though he didn’t get one _himself_. Ri fol, &c. The Address was read to her apace, Though they minded all their stops, They thank’d her for coming to _open_ the place, Though she _shut_ up all their shops. When Mr. Tite was introduc’d, Says the Queen, with much affection, “Well, Mr. Tite, with much delight, I admire the fine erection.” Ri fol, &c. When Lambert Jones kiss’d hands, so coy, Says Vic., but not with malice, “I wonder, Al., if that’s the _boy_ That got inside my palace?” Just then the bells began to ring, And the band began to play, While Magnay whistled, for he couldn’t sing, “It is our op’ning day.” Ri fol, &c. To luncheon now they went full tear, For splendour naught could beat it, And as it was a _game_ affair, They were game enough to eat it. The wine and toasts went round, so Vic. Gave, “Here, success to trade is,” Says Albert, “Well, I’ll be a brick, I’ll give ‘The charming ladies.’” Ri fol, &c.