A Dainty Fine King Indeed

The eleventh of April has come about,
To Westminster went a rabble rout,
In order to crown a bundle of clouts;
A dainty fine king indeed.

He's half a knave and half a fool,
The Protestant joyner's crooked tool,
Oh! its splutters, and nails shall such an one rule;
A dainty fine king indeed.

He has gotten part of the shape of a man,
But more of a monkey, deny it who can;
He has the head of a goose, but the legs of a cran;
A dainty fine king indeed.

In Hide Park he rides like a hog in armour,
In Whitehall he creeps like a country farmer,
Old England may boast of a godly reformer;
A dainty fine king indeed.
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