With tenor-whine, and basso-groan,
The chorus is complete;
And, far and wide, there sounds beside
The tramp of many feet!
"Hark! hark! hark! the dogs do bark!"
Ah, what a horrid din!
The Beggars wait outside the gate,
And clamor to get in.
A herald to the emperor rode:
"Save! save the emerald crown!