Lady Mayoress of York
Fair Peacock on the Lord Mayor’s Night
Displays her gorgeous train so bright,
Brimful of Argo’s eyes,
They gather round, they stare, they gaze!
Intent with joy, and wild amaze!
To seize the splendid prize!
The eyes beamed forth fierce, fiery darts,
Consuming all beholders’ hearts,
The Corporation dies!
An Anti Lancastrian