Lord! your Honour! it's so cold, one's glad to put one's hands anywheres!-Lost anything, Sir!-No, Sir.-More lucky than me ;-I put in my pocket a pint of shrimps, and had 'em picked as I came along!—

Such hustle and bustle, and mobbing and robbing,

All, all to see the Lord Mayor's Show!

2.

How well I remember the ninth of November,
Six trumpets on duty, as shrill as Veluti,

A great City Marshal, to riding not partial,

The footmen, the state ones, with calves very great ones, The Cook and the Scullion, well basted with bullion,

And the squad of each Corporate Co.

Four draymen from Perkins, in steel and brass jerkins,
A Coach like a lantern, I wonder it can turn,

All carved like old buildings, and drawn by six gildings,
With two chubby faces, where sword and where mace is,
The late Mayor, the Ex one, a thought that must vex one,
And the new Mayor just come into blow!

PATTER.

Here it comes!-here it comes !-(Trumpet obbligato.) That's the Show, it always leads with a trump! (Woman.) If you please, Sir (no, not you,—the tall gentleman), would you oblige my Tommy with a pick-a-back? -No, I won't!-you must pick a back somewhere else!— (Irishman.) A back is it? here, honey, put the legs of ye round my neck, and hold on by my eyebrows!-Here they come!-Clear the way!-Clear the way!-Stand back!Stand back, you Pensioner!-I shan't!-You must!-I shan't!-But you must!-I can't,-my wooden leg's stuck in

the plug!-Stand back!-Oh, my head!-my head!-My eyes, Jack! look at those constables' staffs, there's "breakers ahead ;"-Ah! do you know why them staffs are like Bees?—No, I don't.-It's cause they give such lots of whacks!-There goes Cope!-There's the City Marshals!— Those lawk!-I took 'em for Dukes of Wellingtons!(A medley of music.) No great things of a band, I should say;-Christmas waits on a small scale. There's a flag !—I call that a proper whopper!-I say, you chaps in the mustard caps! you'll have a fine draggle tail to your banners !—Let 'em alone!—it's like the weather-won't hold up!—(Child.) A tin man!-A tin man!- A tin man!Hush! you little fool! it's a man in armorial bearings! (Lady.) Splendid suit of armour, Sir !(Pomposo.) O, vary-vary! I am told it belonged to the Black Prince.-Oh, Prince Le Boo!-There's another suit in brass,-pray, is that mentioned in history? - Yes, ma'am, in Brassbreech's memoirs! There's the state footmen !-what lusty fellows! No wonder !-they eat their masters out of house and home in a twel❜month!—(Distant shouting.)-Here he comes!There's the Coach!-Bless me, what a vehicle !—Like a gilt Bird-cage-More like a Chinese lantern on its travels!— Well, I do admire the horses-sich spirity creatures !—Ah! the coachman's a great brute to 'em.-Indeed !—Yes, look at 'em-all cut into ribbons !-Pray is that the Lord Mayor with his nose flatted against the glass -No, that's the City Grocer with the City Mace !-And that little man?-That's the great man himself!—(Cheers.) Hooray!-hooray!—Why don't you shy up your hat?-'Coz it may be shy of coming back again!-(Lady.) Allow me to ask, is the new Mayor of correct principles ?-Oh!-vary-vary !-Polly, my dear, why don't you wave them !—So I do, Ma, as well as I can,— hooray!-hooray!-the Lord Mayor for ever!-Hush, child!

don't say "for ever," it's so like a skit upon him! You know he only comes in at one year and goes out at t'other! -No he never can keep his seat any longer,-every Ninth of November his chair runs restive, rears up on its hind legs, and kicks till he is plunged into obscurity!-Poor dear man! -It must be a painful thing, Sir, to quit one's chair, and leave all one's honour behind!-Oh, vary-vary,—no end to your sufferings !

Such hustle and bustle, and mobbing and robbing,
All, all to see the Lord Mayor's Show.

3.

How well I remember the ninth of November,
The fine Lady Mayoress, an Ostrich's heiress,
In best bib and tucker, and dignified pucker,
The learned Recorder, in Old Bailey order,
The Sheriffs together, -with their hanging weather,
And their heads like John Anderson's pow!

The Alderman courtly, and looking 'red port❜ly,
And buckler and bargemen, with other great large men,
With streamers and banners, held up in odd manners,
A mob running "arter," to see it by "vater,"

And the Wharfs popping off as they go !

PATTER.

There she is!-What a beautiful plume !-And what a lovely stomacker!-Now Mr. Dangle, what do you think of our Mayoress ?-May I speak my sentiments ?-Oh, certainly! -Why, then, I think she has borrowed half the silks of Cheapside, and all the feathers of the Poultry -You are so severe ! -Pray, Sir, would you be so good as inform me what are those Gentlemen with fur gowns on, like Judges ?—Ah,

they're no Judges !-I mean those with white wands like conjurors? They're no conjurors, they're the Common Council!-Now, Bill!-shout out!-Huzzay!-Huzzay !— Bless me, what makes the Sheriffs so poppolar?—It ar'n't them, it's the Charrots-They were built at our Master's !— Keep off the wheels, there!-Pray, which are the Sheriffs? -Those in scarlet, ma'am,-with collars of A double S !—All the great City posts have chains to 'em!-Here he comes!Now, Barney, be ready with your goose! (Hisses and groans.)-Hold your noise, ye young thaves of the world and born blackguards; I wish I was the mother on ye!— Vy, ve ar❜n't a hissing at you, Judy !-It's the Recorder,-he vipt us last Sessions !-There goes Alderman Gobble !—No, it ain't,-it's Judge Cross!-and there ain't ever a big wig as'll eat and drink with bigger wigger!-Come, move on!— move on!-Gee up, Patten-makers !—Go along, Girdlers!You'll be too late for dinner!-Shove along, Jack ;—let's see him take Vater !-(Woman.) Take water!-what, with nothing in it ?—No, you fool !—with boats, and bridges, and barges, and everything in it!-(Bowing Citizen.) Superb piece of pageantry !-gorgeous spectacle !—(Pomposo.) Oh, vary,vary!-great magnificence! great opulence !great corpulence !-great greatness -Miss Meggs, my love, I hope you have been gratified!-Oh! so much!-Interesting sight! August ceremony! - Imposing effect !—Extremely obliged-so very comfortable-whitscht !—(sneezing.) Not quite open weather enough for open windows!—(more sneezing.) Colds are catching, ma'am !—Then I wish they'd catch my turban, for I've just sneezed it out of window !

Such hustle and bustle, such mobbing and robbing,
All, all to see the Lord Mayor's Show!