Down King-street and across Cheapside come winding near a mile.
Forthwith the bells of every church chimed all the “bobs” they knew,
While mounted “bobbies” led the way that they might clear it too.
Next these appear the Fire Brigade, with engines fully manned,
For here behoved that they should march ’twixt men of sea and land—
’Twixt sailor and ’twixt soldier placed, as though between two fires,
Whose ardent spirits they might quench if aught should rouse their ires;
So Guards and Rifles in their front played stirring tunes of war,
While merrily behind them marched full many a youthful tar.
And next on prancing palfreys borne, with plume and nodding crest,