Crying, “God save Victoria, our Royal Queen!”
Och! if myself should live to be a hundred,
Sure it’s the proudest day that I’ll have seen!
And now, I’ve ended, what I pretended,
This narration splendid in swate poe-thry,
Ye dear bewitcher, just hand the pitcher;
Faith, it’s mesilf that’s getting mighty dhry.
Richard Harris Barham.