London Town

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One foot up and one foot down
And that's the way to—

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CONTENTSPageTHE TOWER OF LONDON, , ,THE OMNIBUSTHE PENNY-ICE MANCOVENT GARDEN,THE PENNY-TOY MANTHE ORANGE GIRLTHE FIRST OF MAYST. JAMES' PARK,WESTMINSTER ABBEY, ,CHARITY GIRLSTHE BRITISH MUSEUM, ,THE UNDERGROUND RAILWAY,THE ZOOLOGICAL GARDENS, ,THE MILK WOMANTHE MUFFIN MANTHE SHOEBLACKSCHRIST'S HOSPITAL,GUILDHALL—GOG AND MAGOG,THE CAT'S-MEAT MANTHE NIGHT WATCHTHE FOUNDLING HOSPITAL,THE FLOWER WOMANCLEOPATRA'S NEEDLETHE CHESTNUT WOMANTHE FIFTH OF NOVEMBERTHE CHILDREN'S HOSPITALTHE HAPPY FAMILYTHE CROSSING SWEEPERPUNCH AND JUDYTHE LOWTHER ARCADE,THE DUSTMAN IS COMING,

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Among the sights of London Town
Which little visitors wish to view,
The Tower stands first, and its great renown
Has, you will notice, attracted Prue.
At a well-known spot, to Miss Prue's surprise,
Some fine old ravens are strutting about.
If upon the picture a glance you cast,
You will know the ravens next time, no doubt.
The red-coated guard who's watching here
Is called a Beefeater—fancy that!
And Prue discovers, as she draws near,
A child by his side who is round and fat.
"Father and Mother, pray come here,"
In tones so pleasant, laughs lively Prue:
"You've shownmethings that are odd and queer,
A Beefeater's baby I'll showyou!"

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Prue has wandered high and wandered low
Through Norman chapel and dungeon cell;
The grand Crown Jewels that sparkle so,
And the Traitor's Gate, she has seen as well.
She has looked from the walls on the River, too,
And spent in the Armouries nearly an hour:
Ah! holiday folks like our Miss Prue
Enjoy themselves when they come to the Tower!
But the Tower was a prison, in days of old,
And few who got into it ever came out,
Though now we can visit the grim stronghold
Any day of the week, without fear or doubt.

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Every day along the streets of mighty London Town
Nine hundred omnibuses rumble up and down.
When you're tired of walking, call "Hi! Conductor, stop!"
And he'll give you such a jolly ride, for twopence, on the top.
Sometimes by the 'bus's side small boys will run a mile,
Turning round just like the wheels, and hungry all the while:—
"We've not had any breakfast,—won't you toss us down a brown?"—
That's what they call a penny in the streets of London Town....