And now they touch his foot with a spur,
And crown that Ancyente Marynere!
Soon about the Queen they’ll stir,
Crowning William, crowning her.
To kiss the cheek, with aspects meek
Now on their knees the bishops fall;
Oh! every peer must kiss the cheek,
But great Lord Brougham the last of all.
Oh! yes, Lord Harry he came the last,
But the roof it rang as on he passed;