Dares defy our brumal gloom;
Bring the flowers as you find ’em
Round our rulers’ brows to bind ’em.
First, since near to Piccadilly
Flames not now the Orange lily,
And ’tis only some such dye
Irish G—bs—n can supply,
Stick a yellow Primrose sprig
Into A—hb—e’s brand-new wig.
Failing of a Poppy posy