As manager of horses Mr. Merryman is,
So I with you am master of the ceremonies -
These grand rejoicings. Let me see, how name ye‘ em? -
Oh, in Greek lingo‘ tis E-pi-thalamium.
October's tenth it is: toss up each hat to-day,
And celebrate with shouts our opening Saturday!
On this great night‘ tis settled by our manager,
That we, to please great Johnny Bull, should plan a jeer,
Dance a bang-up theatrical cotillion,
And put on tuneful Pegasus a pillion;
That every soul, whether or not a cough he has,
May kick like Harlequin, and sing like Orpheus.
So come, ye pupils of Sir John Gallini,
Spin up a tetotum like Angiolini:
That John and Mrs. Bull, from ale and tea-houses,
May shout huzza for Punch's Apotheosis!