[Sidenote: MAY
the grand
Coronation
give joy
to the
Nation!
☿ ☊ ♏
MAY
the
QUEEN
live
for ever!
huzza!
♑ ♌ △
MAY
Tories
and
Whigs
run
no more
of their
rigs!
♈ ♍ ☊
and
John Bull
have
less taxes
to pay!]
Oh! the Archers of Frogshot assemble to-day,
And the fame of their doings has spread a great way;
In lacings and facings they're beaten by no men,
They've plenty of Beaux there, but very few Bow-men.
There are Misses to hit, who no longer will tarry,
And many Maid Mari-ans willing to marry;
There's a Robin Hood fierce with nobody to fear him,
And Tell shoots the apple of eyes that come near him;
There are Foresters, famous for eating a dinner,
And prizes, all sizes, but wanting a winner,
And Dames in a pet if they get their pet-dog shot;
And these are the deeds of the Archers of Frogshot.