From the Herald at Arms, the renown’d Chanticleer,
Who proclaim’d, with a feeling of pride in his breast,
That the Gardens of Surrey were fairest and best.
Then at once the shrill tidings were borne on the air,
That the dawn had arrived of the famed Fancy Fair,
And that all that was lovely, and beauteous, and bright,
Was summon’d to honour that day of delight.
The sunbeam was clear on that lovely retreat;
The breath of the morning was balmy and sweet;
Fair flowrets, that vied with the rainbow, were seen,