A coach to carry a stick, indeed, how comical you talk— Oh! there's many a stick, with head so thick, that rides when he ought to walk. But who is that, in the feathers and hat, so gracious she nods her head, Oh, that's the Queen's Bed-chamber maid. Is her Majesty going to bed? Now the best of the fun is just begun, for, prancing, may be seen The handsome Common Council men, in their gowns of mazarine, And the Sheriffs bold, in their chains of gold, and not disposed to quarrel, Though one the song of _Moses_ sings, and the other a Christmas _Carroll_. And each Alderman fat, in his three cock'd hat—so comely, one by one They stately ride, with their grooms beside—no doubt, to hold them on. 'Tis the Mayor, of course, outside a horse, with the sword of state before him, He looks, in his pride, from side to side. How the 'prentice boys adore him! Hurrah! Hurrah! she comes this way—stand firm to see her pass! Well, what have you seen?—why, not the Queen, but the glare of the window glass. Oh, I'm going wild! have you seen my child? from above I let him fall.— Yes, there he rolls on the people's polls, and he'll soon be at Guildhall. That little crowd, they scream so loud, it pierces thro' and thro' you; It's all the charity girls and boys a-singing "Hallelujah," And "Live the Queen"—'tis a lovely scene—did you hear that cracking note?— 'Tis a little lass, in the second class, she's burst her little throat. And now the bells ring round again, and the cannon loudly thunder, But, before we go, do any know which _was_ the Queen, I wonder? _I_ saw the Queen, she was dressed in green, and a gold tiara crown'd her. No, I rather think, that was her in pink, with the silver all around her.— In pink or green she never was seen, but she wore a robe of red, And she rode a horse, as a thing of course, with a fur cap on her head.— I think it's plain we shall know her again, so now we'll quit our station, And we'll take a turn, when the gas-lights burn, to see the illumination. See crowns and stars, and bright V.R.'s, and wreaths and garlands pretty, And laurels green all round the Queen, and mottoes quaint and witty. Here's "Wax and Wick-toria" (_Cowan, in gloria_), "May she long wear her Crown (_Alderman Brown_), "Ourselves and the Queen" (_Pellatt and Green_), "She'll ne'er have her match if she reads the _Dispatch_" (_says that jolly farmer, Alderman Harmer_), "Success to Regina and Essence of Bina" (_inscription good, by Matthew Wood_), "Long live the Queen, to drink Black and Green" (_Mr. Twining, in bright lamps shining_), "None shall dare to affront her" (_Sir Claudius Hunter_), "In a lot we'll knock down all the foes of the crown" (_a desperate go, by Farebrother and Co._). But none of the sight gave such delight as the Aldermen and the Queen, And throughout the land, such spectacles grand will never again be seen. [Illustration]