The coming day may realise the visions of the night,
That the civic corporation may its funds so well bestow,
That a nation’s commendation may attend the Lord Mayor’s “Show.”
Ainsi soit il.
The City Tournament.
Ho! Policemen! get before them!
Ho! Serjeants! clear the way!
The Sheriffs ride in state and pride,
To the Guildhall to-day!