As he walks in his shiny array:
Oh, well for the dandified swell,
As he drives in his cabriolet.
And the last lone 'bus rolls on,
As full as its guard can fill;
But oh for the sight of a vanish'd cab,
And the sound of a wheel that's still!
Pelt, pelt, pelt,
On the damp, drench'd streets, O Rain;
But the tender bloom of a dress-coat spoilt