To-morrow'll be of all the year, the maddest, merriest day,
For I'm to be the Queen o' the Dray, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the Dray.
THE DRAY QUEEN.
(A Sequel to last May-day's Carol, by Our Own Poet Lorry-ate, Author of "I'm A-float," &c.)
IF you're waking, call me early, call me early, mother dear,
For I would see the sun rise upon the carters' cheer;
It is the last of the turn-outs that I may ever see,
For Robin he lays me low with a kick—and thinks no more of me.
Last May we had a reg'lar spree, we had such a jolly day,