In her purple garments and her goulden crown,
Like Venus, or Hebe, or the Queen of Sheby,
With eight young ladies houlding up her gown.
Sure ’twas grand to see her, also for to he-ar
The big drums bating and the trumpets blow;
And Sir George Smart, oh! he played a consarto,
With his four-and-twenty fiddlers all on a row!
Then the Lord Archbishop held a goulden dish up
For to resave her bounty and great wealth,
Saying, “Plase your Glory, great Queen Vic-tory!