In France long for a new Lamp they were in darkness plunging,
So they threw away a Louis[30] for a brass one from a dungeon.
But as for any Light it gives, more t’other, though aspiring,
It just serves the Bill Sykes Emperor[31] for Cooking and for Firing.
Buy—Buy—Buy,
The counterfeit, brass Strasburg Lamp out will soon die.
In Rome they rose en-masse one day, and Pious Nino goosed, too;
The wily Pontiff said such a mass he wasn’t used to;
He “stepped it,” and their New Lamp for awhile flared up quite glittering,
But the French soon put it out, and the Pope’s old Lantern lit again.