Young Albert Edward, Prince of Wales, and our sweet bright-eyed Dane.
It was about the chilly close of a half-foggy day,
When London’s myriads all came out to see the grand display;
From sleepy Hammersmith, and from the Dog’s amphibious Isle,
The east and west they poured along for many a muddy mile.
The aristocracy for once the pageant deigned to grace,
(Except a few who fled from town, and joined the sylvan chace).
Each wide-awake and travelling cap was taken from the wall,
Each wrap and bearskin was brought down and ready in the hall,
Many a gay visitor came up from province and from coast,