King George's Dalmatian 1822
Yellow wheels and red wheels, wheels that squeak and roar,
Big buttons, brown wigs, and many capes of buff...
Someone's bound for Sussex in a coach-and-four ;
And, when the long whips crack,
Running at the back
Barks the swift Dalmatian
Whose spots are seven score.
White dust and grey dust, fleeting tree and tower,
Brass horns and copper horns blowing loud and bluff,
Someone's bound for Sussex at eleven miles an hour ;
And, when the long horns blow,
From the dust below
Barks the swift Dalmatian,
Tongued like an apple-flower.
Big domes and little domes, donkey-carts that jog,
High stocks and low pumps and incomparable snuff,
Someone strolls at Brighton, not very much incog.;
And, panting on the grass,
In his collar bossed with brass,
Lies the swift Dalmatian,
The Kings plum-pudding dog.
Dorothy Margaret Stuart: in punch, 1925