Twas sad to hear the h’s that he thickly dropp’d about.
“Come, rule o’er us,” the Cits exclaim’d, “and be our new Lord Mayor,
And to the Mansion House we beg you to at once repair;
You’ll find the City annals there, its prestige and its fame,
And bear in mind that for a year we trust you with the same.”
Well, he went to the Mansion House, amidst fresh marks of joy.
That pompous Alderman, who must have been, years since, a boy.
And there the City, with the trust and kindness that it shows,
Left him to do as he thought best, and did not interpose.
Some Aldermen were rather cross, and made a little noise,