Cambridge bloomin’ like a picthur, foine-looking young Albert Victor,
An’ the Heir Apparent watchin’ with a twinkle in his eye—
Edinborough’s Royal Sailor, who does ride like any tailor—
Savin’ of his noble presence! while, upon the other hand,
Battenberg, moustached and dhressy, Saxe-Meiningen and Hesse,
Caracoled unto the music of a joyous German Band!
In the Abbey there was hustling—aye, an’ bustling too, and tussling,
All the ladies’ dhresses rustling like a silken-sounding sea;
Shoals of swarthy foreign visithers, Press reporthers and inquisithers,
The whole Cabinet of Ministhers, Salisbury and William G.