LOYAL FESTIVITIES;

The Castle guns were fir'd, and loud The bells rang in the morning, To wake the "Swinish Multitude," And give the public warning: That, "as in duty bound," the Mayor, And loyal Corporation, Would celebrate, in civic state, The day of Coronation! With matchless liberality, The sums of money voted, That loyalty might be thereby Among the herd promoted: A feast would loyalize the brutes, Upon this great occasion, And make them sing, God save the King! At George's Coronation. Three royal fountains running beer, And one to dribble wine, O, Would make them flock from far and near, To grunt like loyal swine, O. Two bullocks roasted whole, 'twas thought, Would be a grand donation, To toss among the "rabble rout," At George's Coronation! 'Twas done—the bullocks roasted were, The fountains set a flowing; While Butchers round, upon the ground, Huge lumps of beef were throwing: The loyal Swineherds looking on, In anxious expectation, To see each beast enjoy the feast At George's Coronation! But what was their surprize to find The swinish herd refuse it; How strange! their tastes were so refin'd, No hog of sense would use it! Our Gentry now, the loyal few, Beheld, with consternation, The scanty stock of loyalty At George's Coronation! They saw, with grief, the roasted beef By saucy swine neglected! No grateful beast extoll'd the feast, Nor loyalty respected! Their swinish nature sure is chang'd— O what an alteration! Time was when pigs would grunt and squeel, To grace a Coronation! But ah! the brutes display, at last, The faculty of Reason! "The age of Chivalry is past!" (Reflection most unpleasing!) And, sad to tell, with that is gone "Othello's occupation!" All servile reverence for a throne, And priestly domination! Then why display this make-believe Affection and profusion? Ye can no longer swine deceive, They see through the delusion. What then avails this pageantry, And useless ostentation? What signifies your loyalty At George's Coronation! Had Derry-Down been on the spot, And view'd the scene before him, While beef, and bones, and bricks, like shot, Were flying in terrorem; He would have star'd, with wild affright, At such a consummation, And loudly damn'd the useless farce Of George's Coronation! Learn hence, ye Legislators wise, Ye guardians of our treasures! The "Swinish Multitude" despise Your inconsistent measures: Think not that bayonets will gain The people's admiration; Or fix a Monarch on the throne, By a mock Coronation!