Then loudly did the bold Sir Soulsby cry:
"Ah! my Lord Mayor M'Arthur, dost thou go?
Shall I not show my sorrow in my eyes?
For now I see thy glorious time is dead,
When every morning brought some famous scheme,
And every scheme resulted in success.
Such time hath not been since I first became,
A sort of fixture in the Mansion House.
But now thy term of office hath expired,
And I no longer serving thee, must stay