But neither wife nor son had he;
He had a daughter fair:
And often said her father, "Cis,
"You shall be dubb'd 'my Lady,' Miss,
"When I am dubb'd Lord Mayor.
"The day I don the gown and chain,
"In Hymen's modern Fetter-Lane
"You wed Sir Gobble Grist;
"And whilst with pomp and pageant high
"I scrape, and stut, and star it by