OR, THE GRAND PORTSMOUTH PUPPET-SHEW.
’Twas at the royal show, and grand display
Of all the navy which at Portsmouth lay;
Aloft in laughing state,
Britain’s monarch sat,
And look’d serenely gay.
Goldstick, and other peers were plac’d around,
Their hair in bags of silken ribbons bound;
So should, ye fair, our men of arms be crown’d!
Charlotte smil’d sweetly at his side,