With silent pace, without your Shoes you’ll tread
And each go peaceably, tho’ drunk to bed.
Air.
Hail! merry Monarch, hail!
Like this may ev’ry annual Cake
You merrier still and merrier make,
’Till Cakes themselves shall fail.
Recitativo.
May you all long your Places keep;
May no makebate amongst you creep,