Here comes the lady, we thought not so fast,
By the side of the Night Mayor on a jackass;
Her head through Temple Bar cannot pass, sir,
Something new at the Lord Mayor’s Show.
Then the old watermen, wicked old sinners,
One eye on the Mayor and one on their dinner,
As for the mock birds, they’re wonderful thinner,
So make haste to the Lord Mayor’s Show.
As for Old Lawrence his hopes is all blighted.
A few weeks ago he was quite delighted,