Her Majesty this Mandate sends,
‘That Virtue now and Love be Friends,
That Beaux and Belles should cease to roam,
And every heart should find a Home;
That their joint labours they bestow
To make more business for my bow.
That Men mayn’t fail by lewd Transgression
But grow immortal by Succession.’
Now while to the ethereal Sky,
By Mammy’s Order, swift I fly,