For herself it is certain Her Majesty thinks,
And I’m sure she’ll attend to a prayer from the “pinks.”
What, never again be permitted at dark
To insult modest females by way of a lark!
Gone for ever our joys, and our gay occupation?
Must we now like vile felons be marched to the station?
Forbid, ye proud nobs, any steps so degrading—
The swells’ charter’d rights they are basely invading;
Let us stand up for sprees and our leisure amuse,
And still act as blackguards whenever we choose.