And the Duke of Leinster, all in order did repair!
’Twas there you’d see the New Polishemen
Making a skrimmage at half after four,
And the Lords and Ladies and the Miss O’Gradys,
All standing round before the Abbey door.
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Then the cannons thunder’d, and the people wonder’d,
Crying “God save Victoria, our Royal Queen!”
—Och! if myself should live to be a hundred,
Sure it’s the proudest day that I’ll have seen!