Sure the flags was wavin’ glorious, and the tumult was uproarious;
All the route was lined before yez with Hussars and bould Dhragoons;
While from ivery clangin’ steeple bells was deafenin’ the people,
An’ the bands were all discoorzin’ different sorts of loyal tunes.
Then did cheerin’ most stupendous greet a cavalcade tremendous,
Formed of gorgeous foreign splendours—all from Misther Gam’s hotel
(Buckingham Palace, as they tould them, being far too small to hould them;
Though its thrue we’ve Kew an’ Windhsor, too, and Kensington as well)!
Och! the Chinese swells Imperial dhressed in silver-gilt material;
Indian potentates, severial; Poles and Turks and Arab Sheikhs;