From Westminster and Whitechapel, from Shoreditch and Vauxhall,
The idle vagrants had turned out with laughter and catcall;
From east to west the show moved on, and still the hooting spread,
It thundered through Trafalgar-square where Nelson rears his head;
From Whitehall’s topmost story the Treasury clerk might hear
Street after street re-echoing the oft-repeated jeer;
The coster left his barrow-load, careless of urchin raids;
The dapper waiters hurried forth from restaurants and shades.
All down the street of Parliament th’ assembled loafers bawl,
And rouse the warders of Millbank, the Judges in their Hall;