And the great-minded Cl— was there, looking like to Behemoth;
And the Lauderdale disinterested, great Scotch standard-bearer,
And there, too, the King’s much-conspired-against-stationer, King, stood,
The Lord Mayor of Dublin, who sendeth his Majesty’s whiskey;
And the members of Orange Clubs, all, anti-Irish shillelaghs;
And a heav’nly assembly of parsons, some lately expectant—
Parson Hey, Parson B. called, otherwise, Parson Blackcow, divine brute!
Parson C., alias Croly, or Crawley, or Coronaroly,
Who putteth forth innocent pamphlets on pure coronations,
Expecteth Milleniums, and audeth the Blackguard of Blackwood’s,