As London topers know, these lines are the doggerel oriflamme of that immemorial public house, "Finch's in the Strand.
Every few moments the guests sprang up, raised brimming glasses toward the white oriflamme of the Admiral's forked beard, and downed a deep health to the man whose famed policy of .
His white hands and fuzzy platinum hair gleaming like an oriflamme, he led the youths through a spirited charge on Bach.