And the poor childless mother, the sad widow’d bride,
An exile became from her home.
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For the grand coronation, now see the Archbishop,
Prepare; for at hand was the day.
At a cabinet dinner, they’d just served the fish up,
And a waiter had brought a spare rib, the top dish up,
When a belle struck them all with dismay.
Then, oh! with amazement, the courtiers found,
’Twas fair Caroline stood by their side;