Bar and Bench. The House of Lords, too, in silk stockins, shoes, an’ swoords too;
M.P.s married—aye, and single—wid their wives and daughters swate;
But Parnell and his supporters stayed at home in writhin’ torthers,
An’ the Socialists were absent at a gay teetotal thrate;
Then the organ loudly sthruck up an’ the choirs the chune tuk up,
The Archbishop quickly wuk up, while the trumpets ’gan to blare;
And in glory and in honour shone June’s Royal sun upon Her,
As she sat there like a cherub in ould Edward’s ancient chair.
Glitthering in full regalia. Faix, for brightness I’ll go bail ye
Jacob’s vision most Elysian with the sight could not compare,