I scorn your Common Councillors, such men I will not see;
But none so grand as Alderman ELLIS the Liverymen all swear,
For I'm to be made Lord Mayor, JOHN! I'm to be made Lord Mayor!
I sleep well after a heavy meal, and I shall never wake,
If you don't knock at my door, JOHN, when day begins to break;
And I must dress in my Sunday clothes, and titivate up my hair,
For I'm to be made Lord Mayor, JOHN, I'm to be made Lord Mayor!
As I came up to the Mansion House, whom think ye I should see,
But FIGGINS and other Aldermen as glum as they well could be,
They thought of the coming pageantry, and how I should swagger there,