Many suitors the Queen’s had of class, clime, and creed, But each failed to make an impression, indeed; For, for Albert of Coburg, the rest off she packs, Thus “giving the _bag_” each, and keeping “the Saxe!” A fortunate fellow he is, all must say, And right well his _cards_ he has managed to play, The _game_ he has won, and no wonder, I ween, When he played “Speculation,” and turn’d up _the Queen_. A hundred thousand a year he may get, For taking the Queen, which is something to wit; _I_ myself had “proposed” had I known it, that’s flat, For I’d willingly take her for much less than that. Even yet, if her Majesty _should_ chance to scoff At the bargain she’s made, and the matter break off, I’ll instantly seek her, and lay my mind down, And offer to take her, at just--_half a crown_! Since the Queen did herself for a husband “propose,” The ladies will all do the same I suppose; Their days of subserviency now will be past, For all will speak _first_, as they always did _last_! Since the Queen has no equal, “obey,” none she need, So, of course, at the Altar, from such vow she’s freed; And the women will all follow suit, so they say-- “Love, honour,” they’ll promise, but never “obey.” Those will now wed, who ne’er wedded before, Those who always wedded, will now wed the more; Clerks will no time have, to lunch, dine, or sup, And parsons, just now will begin to _look up_! To churches, indeed, this will be a God-send, Goldsmiths be selling off _rings without end_! For now you’ll not find from Castle to Cot, A _single_ man living, who _married_ is not. But hence with all quibbling, for now I have done, Though all I have said has been purely in fun; May the Queen and the King shine like Venus and Mars, And Heaven _preserve_ them without any _jars_! Like Danaë of old may we see it plain, Till time is no more, these bright _sovereigns rain_:[51] May pleasure and joy through their lives know no bounds, So let’s give them a _toast_, and make it _three rounds_. _A NEW SONG ON THE BIRTH OF THE PRINCE OF WALES._[52] THERE’S a pretty fuss and bother both in country and in 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! 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 lovingly 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.