You will see that London's downfall from its great estate is near;
But one comfort you will gather—not November ends our sway,
For I'm to be Mayor till May, daughter, I'm to be Mayor till May!
I have said that I will fight the bill, in clause, and line, and word.
I may not be the conqueror, but my protests shall be heard—
Though that clause my office to extend for six months more may stay,
That I may be Mayor till May, daughter, I may be Mayor till May!
They do not stop our banqueting, so that clause I don't condemn—
Oh, the Ministers won't abrogate the feeds we give to them!
And that is about the only good they do not take away—