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ERE, Dickens!—go fetch my great-coat and umbrella,
 * Tell Johnny and Robert to put on their shoes;

And Dickens—take something to drink, my good fellow,
 * You may go with Tom Ostler, along, if you choose:

You must put your new coat on, but mind and be quiet,
 * Till my clerk, Mr. Scribble, shall tip you the wink;

Then, roar like the devil—hiss—kick up a riot!
 * I imagine we’ll settle the thing in a twink.”

Arrived at the Hall, they were nothing too early;
 * Little Hartman was placed, like King Log, in the chair,

Supported, for contrast, by modest King Charlie;
 * The General was speaking, who is to be Mayor:

Undaunted he stood in the midst of the bobbery,
 * Clerks, footmen, and dandies—ye gods! what a noise!

No thief in Fly-Market, just caught in a robbery,
 * Could raise such a clatter of blackguards and boys.