The Lincolnshire Knight (1802)/The grand Procession on St. George's Day

The grand Procession on St. George's Day.

ST. George's day, the weather pleasant,
From a Duke down to the Peasant,
Ran to see the grand procession,
It was almost past expression,
Such a noble show.

The Strand and Fleet-street as expected,
High and low were seats erected,
from guineas two to shillings ten, Sir,
Some for women some for men, Sir,
To see this noble show.

As you passed by each room, Sir,
You might smell a fine perfume, Sir,
Some were fill'd with admiration,
Others squeez'd to perspiration,
Anxious for to see the show.

The procession grand advancing,
Horses proudly rearing, prancing,
Wishing that they could go faster,
Proud to draw their royal Master,
What a noble show.

What joy in every face was seen,
To view our noble King and Queen,
And thousands came of each profession,
For to see the grand procession,
Such a noble show.

The bells were ringing, which discover'd,
joy, the King is now recover'd,
At St. Paul's the King arriving,
For to see each one was strivings
Such a noble show.

Guns were fired, colours flying
Women squalling, children crying,
Such a fight not seen before, sir,
Hats and clocks were lost and tore, sir,
At this noble show.

Next comes on the illumination,
Really worth your observation,
The Bank of England decorated,
No place was e'er so illuminated,
It was a noble show.

The Sunfire Office next in view, sir,
Transparencies were noble too, sir,
The Lord Mayor's court, a clever fight, sir,
Which gave the people great delight; sir,
It was a noble flow.

This shews the Britons still were loyal,
To a family so royal,
Now we've finished the scene; sir,
God bless our noble King and Queen, sir,
Wherever they do go.