Sharp as a needle, blithe and gay;
He led the band and shew’d the way.
No Churchman; but, ’twas best to go;
’Twould get him many a job you know[5]—
Then came his troop, big, strapping men,
Who made the streets resound again.
Serpents and clarionets they blew
Bassoons and flutes, and hautboys too;
And humouring the D—ct—r’s whim,
Tried to perform “the German Hymn.”