So Britain's monarch once uncovered sat, While Bradshaw bullied in a broad-brimmed hat.

What's not destroyed by Time's devouring hand?

"Music hath charms to soothe the savage beast," And therefore proper at a sheriff's feast.

I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here; But the old three-cornered hat And the breeches and all that Are so queer.

The hat is the ultimatum moriens of respectability.

I never saw so many shocking bad hats in my life.