Not Joey’s Head, ’tis true, but bit of Hat.
John, who had long on Glory anxious bent,
This Day succeeded to his heart’s content:
Honour, renown, he fairly now bespoke,
For this Day’s job had been a lucky Stroke.
Joe’s Head was gone, no doubt—but what of that?
He’d got the Baton, and the bit of Hat;
So from the noise, and tumult in the Street,
He led the lovely Lady, and her Suite;
And in full hopes by politesse to win her,