Henry Carey

Go call a coach, and let a coach be called; And let the man who calleth be the caller; And in his calling let him nothing call But “Coach! Coach! Coach! Oh for a coach, ye gods!”

The king shall eat, though all mankind be starved.

To thee, and gentle Rigdom Funnidos, Our gratulations flow in streams unbounded.

Let the singing singers With vocal voices, most vociferous, In sweet vociferation out-vociferize Even sound itself.

His cogitative faculties immersed In cogibundity of cogitation.

Aldeborontiphoscophornio! Where left you Chrononhotonthologos?

Of all the days that's in the week I dearly love but one day, And that's the day that comes betwixt A Saturday and Monday.

Of all the girls that are so smart, There's none like pretty Sally.

What a monstrous tail our cat has got!

Genteel in personage, Conduct, and equipage; Noble by heritage, Generous and free.

God save our gracious king! Long live our noble king! God save the king!