Themselves adorning, all by the candle-light,
With roses and lilies, and daffy-down-dillies,
And gould and jewels, and rich di’monds bright.
And then approaches five hundred coaches,
With Gineral Dullbeak.—Och! ’twas mighty fine
To see how aisy bould Corporal Casey,
With his sword drawn, prancing, made them kape the line.
Then the guns’ alarums, and the King of Arums,
All in his Garters and his Clarence shoes,
Opening the massy doors to the bould Ambassydors,