Know you the Lady who doesn’t like turtle,
And had the fine courage to speak out her mind;
Though Aldermen round her stood scowling like Thurtell,
And even her Chaplain lisped, “Rather unkyind,”
Long life to the woman who dared to declare it,
Be her gay Lady-Mayoralty marked by good luck:
Her robe fit divinely—her health last to wear it—
We don’t share her taste, but we honour her pluck.
The good City Queen sets a lesson to ladies
Who haven’t got minds, or have minds they don’t know: