Old times when King went out t'meet him, wish shtyle pile on bigger'n a haystack.Fact.Clothes finer'n a peacock.

Tendered him keys, freed'm city.

All shat short shing.

Ver' impreshive shpectacle.

Everybody felt better'n for improvin' sight.
Undershtand?
We'll be Lord Mayor and train for shis London.