To-morrow’ill be the happiest day that I have had this year;
That I have had this year, Betsy, the jolliest, I declare,
For I’m to be new Lord Mayor, Betsy, I’m to be new Lord Mayor!
There’s nine-and-twenty Aldermen, and Sheriffs too galore,
There’s Common Councilmen as well, you reckon by the score;
But none will be so grand as me of all the lot, I swear,
For I’m to be new Lord Mayor, Betsy, I’m to be new Lord Mayor!
O sweet is the first fur-edged gown that councilmen put on!
And sweeter is the scarlet robe that aldermen may don;
But what is there in all the land for sweetness can approach