His fair large front and eye sublime declared Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks Round from his parted forelock manly hung Clustering but not beneath his shoulders broad.

And kind as kings upon their coronation day.

God bless the King--I mean the faith's defender; God bless (no harm in blessing) the pretender; But who the pretender is, or who is King-- God bless us all--that's quite another thing.

A merry monarch, scandalous and poor.

Here lies our sovereign lord, the king, Whose word no man relives on, Who never said a foolish thing, And never did a wise one.

Here lies our mutton-looking king, Whose word no man relied on, Who never said a foolish thing No ever did a wise one.