To find in the furry civic robe ease?
Rouse up, sirs! Give your brains a racking 30
To find the remedy we’re lacking,
Or, sure as fate, we’ll send you packing!’
At this the Mayor and Corporation
Quaked with a mighty consternation.
An hour they sate in council, 35
At length the Mayor broke silence:
‘For a guilder I’d my ermine gown sell;
I wish I were a mile hence!