THE NEW LORD MAYOR.
(A long way after Tennyson).
YOU must mind and call me early, call me early, JOHN, d'ye hear.
To-morrow'll be the nobbiest day of all this blessed year:
Of all this wonderful year, JOHN, the scrumptiousest I declare,
For I'm to be made Lord Mayor, JOHN! I'm to be made Lord Mayor!
There's many an Aldermanic Swell, but none so great as me;
I scorn your Common Councillors, such men I will not see;
But none so grand as Alderman ELLIS the Liverymen all swear,
For I'm to be made Lord Mayor, JOHN! I'm to be made Lord Mayor!
I sleep well after a heavy meal, and I shall never wake,
If you don't knock at my door, JOHN, when day begins to break;
And I must dress in my Sunday clothes, and titivate up my hair,
For I'm to be made Lord Mayor, JOHN, I'm to be made Lord Mayor!
As I came up to the Mansion House, whom think ye I should see,
But FIGGINS and other Aldermen as glum as they well could be,
They thought of the coming pageantry, and how I should swagger there,
For I'm to be made Lord Mayor, JOHN, I'm to be made Lord Mayor!
Then mind and call me early, call me early, JOHN, don't fear
To dig me in my illustrious ribs, and shout in my lordly ear;
And to-morrow will see me roll along, while all the people stare,
For I'm to be made Lord Mayor, JOHN! I'm to be made Lord Mayor!
Punch, November 12, 1881.