The Mayor, Mr Lawrence will take off his hat, He would like to be Whittington without the cat, There’s old Alderman Besley, all blubber and fat, They are going to welcome the Queen, Girls of the period, of every station, With hair down their backs of all occupations, That would frighten Old Nick out of this nation, It’s all just to please our good Queen. All the good clothes that is got upon tally, They’ll put on this day as they look at the valley, Dusty Bob, Tom, and Jem, and African Sally, These bye-gones will visit the Queen. All the old horses will jump for joy, ’Twas up Holborn Hill that did them annoy, I remember truck dragging when I was a boy, Good luck to the Viaduct and Bridge. There will be all nations ashore and afloat, Old Jack Atcheler will cut his throat, No horses are killed, no cat’s meat afloat, All through this great Viaduct and Bridge. The cabman will dance in every passage, Cow Cross is done up, you wont get a sassage, You can travel the Viaduct like a telegraph message, Now they’ve opened the Viaduct & Bridge. The banners and flags will go in rotation, Emblems of things of every nation, The workmen of England and emigration, And old Besley fighting for Mayor. Lawrence is down as flat as a flounder, On his belly stands the trumpet type founder, The Aldermen in rotation playing at rounder, When they open the Viaduct and Bridge. Next comes the Queen, so pretty indeed, How nicely she sits on the velocipede, With high heels and buckles she treads with ease, She’s getting quite young is our Queen. That Alderman Salomon out of the lane, He holds up so stately poor Vickey’s train, Prince of Wales and Prince Tick will come if they can, Just to open the Viaduct and Bridge. Horses and donkeys will caper like fleas, No more sore shoulders and broken knees, The animal Society may take their ease, Good-bye to the once Holborn Hill. H. Disley, Printer, 57, High Street, St. Giles, London. CABMEN AND THEIR NEW FLAGS. Oh dear, what a fuss and a bother, From one end of this great city bang to the other, The Cabmen all say they shall live in clover Now they have the Free-trade in cabs; This Act, it is Bruce’s, the Home Secretary, And it came into force the 1st of February, That his ideas are grand, of course you’ll say very, Especially the dodge of the Flags! Oh my, is there not an uproar About the new regulations of Bruce’s New Cab Law, First the Cabby’s, the badge, like schoolboys they wear now, Now it’s a Flag and a Ticket for Soup! The Cab-horses now at their good luck are laughing, To think their nose bags will have more corn and chaff in, And cock up their noses as by us they’re passing, Saying, what do you think of our Flags?