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One foot up and one foot down
And that's the way to—
And that's the way to—
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COME CHILDREN ALL, BOTH GREAT AND SMALL,
WITH EAGER EYE AND EAR,
WHO DWELL AFAR OR NEAR
IN HOPE THAT SOME DAY YOU'LL CONTRIVE
TO VIEW GREAT LONDON'S BUSY HIVE,
AND HEAR THE MIGHTY HUM OF BEES
AT WORK ALIKE IN SUN OR SHOWER,
WHILE BUTTERFLIES BENEATH THE TREES
FLIT IDLY BY FROM FLOWER TO FLOWER
IN PARKS AND GARDENS BRIGHT AND GAY:
COME,—CLIMB SAINT PAUL'S WITH US TO-DAY,
AND WITH THIS BOOK IN HAND,
UPON THE DOME WE'LL STAND,
AND THENCE LOOK DOWN
O'ER LONDON TOWN.
WITH EAGER EYE AND EAR,
WHO DWELL AFAR OR NEAR
IN HOPE THAT SOME DAY YOU'LL CONTRIVE
TO VIEW GREAT LONDON'S BUSY HIVE,
AND HEAR THE MIGHTY HUM OF BEES
AT WORK ALIKE IN SUN OR SHOWER,
WHILE BUTTERFLIES BENEATH THE TREES
FLIT IDLY BY FROM FLOWER TO FLOWER
IN PARKS AND GARDENS BRIGHT AND GAY:
COME,—CLIMB SAINT PAUL'S WITH US TO-DAY,
AND WITH THIS BOOK IN HAND,
UPON THE DOME WE'LL STAND,
AND THENCE LOOK DOWN
O'ER LONDON TOWN.
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CONTENTS THE HOUSES OF PARLIAMENT ST. PAUL'S CATHEDRAL Page THE TOWER OF LONDON 8, 9, 10, 11 THE OMNIBUS 12 THE PENNY-ICE MAN 13 COVENT GARDEN 14, 15 THE PENNY-TOY MAN 16 THE ORANGE GIRL 17 THE FIRST OF MAY 18 ST. JAMES' PARK 19, 20 WESTMINSTER ABBEY 21, 22, 23 CHARITY GIRLS 24 THE BRITISH MUSEUM 25, 26,
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href="@public@vhost@g@gutenberg@html@files@21650@[email protected]#Page_27" class="pginternal" tag="{http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml}a">27 THE UNDERGROUND RAILWAY 28, 29 THE ZOOLOGICAL GARDENS 30, 31, 32 THE MILK WOMAN 33 THE MUFFIN MAN 34 THE SHOEBLACKS 35 CHRIST'S HOSPITAL 36, 37 GUILDHALL—GOG AND MAGOG 38, 39 THE CAT'S-MEAT MAN 40 THE NIGHT WATCH 41 THE FOUNDLING HOSPITAL 42, 43 THE FLOWER WOMAN 44 CLEOPATRA'S NEEDLE 45 THE CHESTNUT WOMAN 46 THE FIFTH OF NOVEMBER 47 THE CHILDREN'S HOSPITAL 48 THE HAPPY FAMILY 49 THE CROSSING SWEEPER 50 PUNCH AND JUDY 51 THE LOWTHER ARCADE 52, 53 THE DUSTMAN IS COMING 54, 55 GOOD BYE
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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.
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.
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.
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 shown me things that are odd and queer,
A Beefeater's baby I'll show you!"
In tones so pleasant, laughs lively Prue:
"You've shown me things that are odd and queer,
A Beefeater's baby I'll show you!"
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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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
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.
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In summer when the sun is high,
And children's lips are parched and dry,
An ice is just the thing to try.
So this young man who comes, 'tis plain,
From Saffron Hill or Leather Lane,
A store of pence will quickly gain.
"A lemon ice for me," says Fred;
Cries Sue, "No, have a cream instead."
"A raspberry!" shouts Newsboy Ned.
"What fun! Although we're now in June,
It feels"—says Ned—"this afternoon,
Like eating winter with a spoon!"
And children's lips are parched and dry,
An ice is just the thing to try.
So this young man who comes, 'tis plain,
From Saffron Hill or Leather Lane,
A store of pence will quickly gain.
"A lemon ice for me," says Fred;
Cries Sue, "No, have a cream instead."
"A raspberry!" shouts Newsboy Ned.
"What fun! Although we're now in June,
It feels"—says Ned—"this afternoon,
Like eating winter with a spoon!"
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This is Covent Garden,
What a lively scene!
Here are flowers so pretty,
There are leaves so green.
These are busy buyers,
Busy sellers those,
Selling, buying, selling,
Everything that grows.
What a lively scene!
Here are flowers so pretty,
There are leaves so green.
These are busy buyers,
Busy sellers those,
Selling, buying, selling,
Everything that grows.
Fruits and lovely blossoms
Hither come each day,
Fresh from other gardens
Many miles away.
Cabbages potatoes,
Pears and apples too,
Grapes, and pines, and peaches,
All are here on view.
Hither come each day,
Fresh from other gardens
Many miles away.
Cabbages potatoes,
Pears and apples too,
Grapes, and pines, and peaches,
All are here on view.
So the air is scented
With the pleasant fruits,
With the bright-hued nosegays,
And the springing roots.
For the little street-boys,
Walking up and down,
It's almost like the country
Brought to London Town.
With the pleasant fruits,
With the bright-hued nosegays,
And the springing roots.
For the little street-boys,
Walking up and down,
It's almost like the country
Brought to London Town.
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"Toys! toys! Penny Toys!
Toys for girls, and toys for boys!
Toys for dots who scarce can crawl,
Toys for youngsters stout and tall,
Toys for prince and peasant too,
Toys, my dears, for all of you!
Toys for girls and toys for boys!
Toys! toys! Penny Toys!"
Toys for girls, and toys for boys!
Toys for dots who scarce can crawl,
Toys for youngsters stout and tall,
Toys for prince and peasant too,
Toys, my dears, for all of you!
Toys for girls and toys for boys!
Toys! toys! Penny Toys!"
That is how the toyman talks,
As through London Town he walks;
Bawling out his toyman's song,
While he slowly moves along,
On the pavement with a tray
Which is filled, from day to day,
With new toys to catch the eye
Of the youthful passer-by.
As through London Town he walks;
Bawling out his toyman's song,
While he slowly moves along,
On the pavement with a tray
Which is filled, from day to day,
With new toys to catch the eye
Of the youthful passer-by.
Sometimes it's a great big spider,
Like that Miss Muffet had beside her;
Sometimes it's a bat that flies,
Or a baby doll that cries;
Sometimes it's a frog that leaps,
Or a crocodile that creeps:
But whatever toy is shown,
For a penny it's your own.
Like that Miss Muffet had beside her;
Sometimes it's a bat that flies,
Or a baby doll that cries;
Sometimes it's a frog that leaps,
Or a crocodile that creeps:
But whatever toy is shown,
For a penny it's your own.
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Orange-girl Kitty
Here you may see.
That she is pretty
All will agree.
"Three for a penny!"
That is her cry;
No wonder many
Hasten to buy.
Here you may see.
That she is pretty
All will agree.
"Three for a penny!"
That is her cry;
No wonder many
Hasten to buy.
Orange-girl Kitty's
Mother, we're told,
Everyone pities—
So feeble and old.
Poor mother's living
Kitty obtains,
Cheerfully giving
Her all that she gains.
Mother, we're told,
Everyone pities—
So feeble and old.
Poor mother's living
Kitty obtains,
Cheerfully giving
Her all that she gains.
Orange-girl Kitty
Roams to and fro;
All through the city
She's known high and low.
When the sun's shining,
When the rain falls,
Never repining,—
"Fine fruit!" Kitty calls.
Roams to and fro;
All through the city
She's known high and low.
When the sun's shining,
When the rain falls,
Never repining,—
"Fine fruit!" Kitty calls.
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Chimney Sweeps' Day, Blackbird is gay,
Here he is singing, you see, in the "May."
He has feathers as black as a chimney sweep's coat,
So on Chimney Sweeps' Day he must pipe a glad note.
Here he is singing, you see, in the "May."
He has feathers as black as a chimney sweep's coat,
So on Chimney Sweeps' Day he must pipe a glad note.
Jack-in-the-Green from door to door
Capers along with his followers four.
As May Day mummers are seldom seen,
Let us all give a copper to Jack-in-the-Green.
Capers along with his followers four.
As May Day mummers are seldom seen,
Let us all give a copper to Jack-in-the-Green.
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What a countrified scene we have here!
Who would think London Town was so near,
That its murmur comes borne on the breeze
To the listener under the trees?
Who would think London Town was so near,
That its murmur comes borne on the breeze
To the listener under the trees?
To this spot, to buy biscuits or buns,
Each city child joyously runs.
But the Park's greatest treat, they all vow,
Is a glass of new milk from the cow.
Each city child joyously runs.
But the Park's greatest treat, they all vow,
Is a glass of new milk from the cow.
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Cried the drake to the ducks, "Here's a boy with a bun,
Come, make haste! we shall have quite a feast!"
"Would you mind," said a swan, "if we shared in the fun?"
"O dear no!" said he; "not in the least!"
It was surely through fear, not politeness at all,
That the drake made so civil a speech,
For that one penny bun, after all, was so small,
There was hardly a mouthful for each!
Come, make haste! we shall have quite a feast!"
"Would you mind," said a swan, "if we shared in the fun?"
"O dear no!" said he; "not in the least!"
It was surely through fear, not politeness at all,
That the drake made so civil a speech,
For that one penny bun, after all, was so small,
There was hardly a mouthful for each!
From the ducks and the swans on the lake, to next page—
A much quieter scene—you may pass:
Though Westminster Cloisters are hoary with age,
Yet green is their velvety grass,
And cheerily bright are their gables and peaks,
As they glow in the westering sun:
'Tis some house in the Cloisters yon schoolboy seeks—
Don't you wonder, now, which is the one?
A much quieter scene—you may pass:
Though Westminster Cloisters are hoary with age,
Yet green is their velvety grass,
And cheerily bright are their gables and peaks,
As they glow in the westering sun:
'Tis some house in the Cloisters yon schoolboy seeks—
Don't you wonder, now, which is the one?
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In all the land
A pile so grand
Is scarcely found
As this. Around
Its old grey walls
The shadow falls
Of bygone years,
And so one fears
To raise one's tone,
When one is shown
Some ancient tomb,
Half hid in gloom.
Beneath such stones
There rest the bones
Of monarchs bold,
Whose story's told
For you and me
In history.
A pile so grand
Is scarcely found
As this. Around
Its old grey walls
The shadow falls
Of bygone years,
And so one fears
To raise one's tone,
When one is shown
Some ancient tomb,
Half hid in gloom.
Beneath such stones
There rest the bones
Of monarchs bold,
Whose story's told
For you and me
In history.
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From kings of men
We wander; then
We're quickly brought
To kings of thought,
For poets lie
Interred hard by.
Here, too, repose
The bones of those
Who fought the foe
Long, long ago.
Brave knights were they;
And in the fray
They kept from shame
The English name,
We wander; then
We're quickly brought
To kings of thought,
For poets lie
Interred hard by.
Here, too, repose
The bones of those
Who fought the foe
Long, long ago.
Brave knights were they;
And in the fray
They kept from shame
The English name,
And proved in fight
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Where they are laid
Their rest is made
As sweet as prayer
By music rare:
Over their head
The sleeping dead
Can daily hear
The anthem clear
Floating along
Like angel's song,
Until it dies
Like angel's sighs.
Where they are laid
Their rest is made
As sweet as prayer
By music rare:
Over their head
The sleeping dead
Can daily hear
The anthem clear
Floating along
Like angel's song,
Until it dies
Like angel's sighs.
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Not far from the British Museum there stands
An apple stall, painted bright green,
Whence a penny may buy from the stall-keeper's hands
Three apples, all rosy and clean.
An apple stall, painted bright green,
Whence a penny may buy from the stall-keeper's hands
Three apples, all rosy and clean.
Now the girls of St. George's great Charity School
Very often are passing that way,
For their governors wise make this very good rule—
They must go for a walk every day.
Very often are passing that way,
For their governors wise make this very good rule—
They must go for a walk every day.
How wistful the glances they cast as they pass,
How they long for an apple to eat;
But their pockets are quite without pennies, alas!
To purchase so dainty a treat.
How they long for an apple to eat;
But their pockets are quite without pennies, alas!
To purchase so dainty a treat.
These maidens have cheeks that are rosy and sweet
As the choicest of fruit on the stall,
And the very next time that we meet in this street,
I'll buy apples enough for them all.
As the choicest of fruit on the stall,
And the very next time that we meet in this street,
I'll buy apples enough for them all.
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Goodness gracious! What a noise
Baby Bunting's bent on making;
It is quite enough to set
All the heads around him aching.
Still we're sure that Baby has
Many griefs if we could see 'em,
For with other babes he's come
Miles and miles to the Museum.
Baby Bunting thought, of course,
When he said good bye to mother,
That he'd pass in through the gates
With big sister and big brother.
But poor Baby finds, alas,
That his little hopes have flitted,
For the nasty notice says
"Babes in arms are not admitted."
Baby Bunting's bent on making;
It is quite enough to set
All the heads around him aching.
Still we're sure that Baby has
Many griefs if we could see 'em,
For with other babes he's come
Miles and miles to the Museum.
Baby Bunting thought, of course,
When he said good bye to mother,
That he'd pass in through the gates
With big sister and big brother.
But poor Baby finds, alas,
That his little hopes have flitted,
For the nasty notice says
"Babes in arms are not admitted."
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If you want to see all sorts of wonderful things,
Stuffed crocodiles, mammoths, and sloths,
Hairy ducks with four feet, and fishes with wings,
Fat beetles, and strange spotted moths;
Stuffed crocodiles, mammoths, and sloths,
Hairy ducks with four feet, and fishes with wings,
Fat beetles, and strange spotted moths;
And enormous winged bulls with long beards, carved in stone,
Dug up from Assyria's sand,
And old blackened mummies as dry as a bone,
Discovered in Egypt's lone land,
Dug up from Assyria's sand,
And old blackened mummies as dry as a bone,
Discovered in Egypt's lone land,
And beautiful statues from Greece and from Rome,
And other fine things without end,—
You will find you can see half the world here at home,
If a day in this place you will spend.
And other fine things without end,—
You will find you can see half the world here at home,
If a day in this place you will spend.
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Who is this in the Weighing Chair?
Why, little Dot, I do declare!
Three stone five! "So much as that?"
Calls out Miss Dot; "then I must be fat!"
Why, little Dot, I do declare!
Three stone five! "So much as that?"
Calls out Miss Dot; "then I must be fat!"
On this and the opposite page you see
Dot's mother, and brother, and sisters three.
They wait for an underground train to come
And carry them swiftly back to their home.
Dot's mother, and brother, and sisters three.
They wait for an underground train to come
And carry them swiftly back to their home.
Wonderful trains! From morn till night,
Clattering through tunnels without daylight,
Hither and thither they run, up and down,
Beneath the streets of London Town.
Clattering through tunnels without daylight,
Hither and thither they run, up and down,
Beneath the streets of London Town.
Many prefer these trains instead
Of the cabs and "Busses" overhead,
For they run much faster than horses can.
Miss Dot's papa is a busy man,
Of the cabs and "Busses" overhead,
For they run much faster than horses can.
Miss Dot's papa is a busy man,
And goes to the City every day
By the "Underground,"—the quickest way:
And One Hundred Millions of people, 'tis found,
Are carried each year by the "Underground."
By the "Underground,"—the quickest way:
And One Hundred Millions of people, 'tis found,
Are carried each year by the "Underground."
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Away we go to the famous Zoo'
With Bertie, and Nellie, and Dick, and Sue.
And we feel quite ready to jump for glee
When the wonderful birds and beasts we see.
The pelican solemn with monster beak,
And the plump little penguin round and sleek,
Have set us laughing—Ha, ha! Ho! ho!
And you'll laugh too, if you look below.
To the monkey-house then we make our way,
Where the monkeys chatter, and climb, and play;
At the snakes we peep, then onward stroll,
To talk to the parrots, and "scratch a poll,"
And after all that, there will still be time
On the patient elephant's back to climb.
With Bertie, and Nellie, and Dick, and Sue.
And we feel quite ready to jump for glee
When the wonderful birds and beasts we see.
The pelican solemn with monster beak,
And the plump little penguin round and sleek,
Have set us laughing—Ha, ha! Ho! ho!
And you'll laugh too, if you look below.
To the monkey-house then we make our way,
Where the monkeys chatter, and climb, and play;
At the snakes we peep, then onward stroll,
To talk to the parrots, and "scratch a poll,"
And after all that, there will still be time
On the patient elephant's back to climb.
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Don't forget at the Zoo'
To take a good view
Of the funny old bear,
Who climbs out of his lair
Up a pole—Look, he's here,
With his figure so queer,
And his thick clumsy paws,
And his bun-seeking jaws.
On the end of a stick
Place a bun—"Now quick,
Master Bertie"—and, snap!—
What an awful red trap!—
The bun's out of sight,
But one more will delight
Father Bruin up there,
For his appetite's rare,
And he never says "No"
To a dozen or so.
To take a good view
Of the funny old bear,
Who climbs out of his lair
Up a pole—Look, he's here,
With his figure so queer,
And his thick clumsy paws,
And his bun-seeking jaws.
On the end of a stick
Place a bun—"Now quick,
Master Bertie"—and, snap!—
What an awful red trap!—
The bun's out of sight,
But one more will delight
Father Bruin up there,
For his appetite's rare,
And he never says "No"
To a dozen or so.
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"Milk o! Milk o!"
Each morn she cries,
And little sleepers
Ope their eyes,
And wonder if pure milk is sold
By Betty here, for they've been told
That London milk
(How people talk!)
Is only water
Mixed with chalk!
Each morn she cries,
And little sleepers
Ope their eyes,
And wonder if pure milk is sold
By Betty here, for they've been told
That London milk
(How people talk!)
Is only water
Mixed with chalk!
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You've heard about the muffin man,
the muffin man, the muffin man,
You've heard about the muffin man
who lives in Drury Lane?
Well, here you see that muffin man—
that celebrated muffin man,
And if you try his muffins, you'll be sure to buy again.
the muffin man, the muffin man,
You've heard about the muffin man
who lives in Drury Lane?
Well, here you see that muffin man—
that celebrated muffin man,
And if you try his muffins, you'll be sure to buy again.
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If you wanted a boy to polish your shoes,
Which of these two, do you think, you would choose?
Which of these two, do you think, you would choose?
They were once "Street Arabs," hungry, ill-clad,
And in very sore danger of going to the bad;
But now!—one might think that their fortunes were made,
They're so proud to belong to the Shoeblack Brigade.
And in very sore danger of going to the bad;
But now!—one might think that their fortunes were made,
They're so proud to belong to the Shoeblack Brigade.