The females were paraded,
And like a showman, the Lord Mayor,
The honours of the day did.
Mrs. Thorp herself came first,
("Her maiden name was Twigs, ma'am,")
Who curtseying low, cried, "May I burst,
But I adore your wig, Ma'am.
Oh your wig! your wig so black and curl'd, Ma'am,
That like the whiskers of a Jew it looks for all the world, Ma'am."
The Queen, who thought this speech a scoff,