BALLADE OF QUEEN ANNE.
Reading edition
The modish Airs, The Tansey Brew, The Swains and Fairs In curtained Pew; Nymphs Kneller drew, Books Bentley read,— Who knows them, who? Queen Anne is dead!
We buy her Chairs, Her China blue, Her red-brick Squares We build anew; But ah! we rue, When all is said, The tale o’er-true, Queen Anne is dead!
Now Bulls and Bears, A ruffling Crew, With Stocks and Shares, With Turk and Jew, Go bubbling through The Town ill-bred: The World’s askew, Queen Anne is dead!
ENVOY.
Friend, praise the new; The old is fled: Vivat Frou-Frou! Queen Anne is dead!