Like temperance preachers all in the open air.
Och, for the numbers with Singers and Humbers,
Piling their instruments up by the gates;
And patent Eclipses, and policemen, and gipsies,
And boys with the programmes all eating of swates.
Their bicycles shining all standing a line in,
’Twas done by designing, and splendid to see;
With people all flocking, and each other knocking,
And all of them happy as they could be.
Then over the courses two policemen on horses,