Ye’ll give the Clargy lave to dhrink your health!”
Then his Riverence, retrating, discoorsed the mating:
“Boys, here’s your Queen! deny it if you can!
And if any bould traitor, or infarior craythur,
Sneezes at that, I’d like to see the man!”
Then the Nobles kneeling, to the Pow’rs appealing—
“Heaven send your Majesty a glorious reign!”
And Sir Claudius Hunter, he did confront her,
All in his scarlet gown and goulden chain.
The great Lord May’r, too, sat in his chair, too,