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In Guildford Street, great London Town,
Is a Nursery, bigger than ever has been:
When each child grows up and leaves its walls,
Another new baby that day is seen
In the Foundling cots. Each little babe
Has no baby sister or baby brother,
And never shall know the anxious care
And tender touch of a loving mother.
But "Our Father," who gives their "daily bread"
To all of His creatures, caused kindly men
To build this home for famishing babes
From many a poverty-stricken den:
And here they are fed, and clothed, and taught,
And lift their voices in prayer and praise;
And here every Sunday the people flock
To hear the Anthem the Foundlings raise.
In Guildford Street, great London Town,
Is a Nursery, bigger than ever has been:
When each child grows up and leaves its walls,
Another new baby that day is seen
In the Foundling cots. Each little babe
Has no baby sister or baby brother,
And never shall know the anxious care
And tender touch of a loving mother.
But "Our Father," who gives their "daily bread"
To all of His creatures, caused kindly men
To build this home for famishing babes
From many a poverty-stricken den:
And here they are fed, and clothed, and taught,
And lift their voices in prayer and praise;
And here every Sunday the people flock
To hear the Anthem the Foundlings raise.

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After chapel,
See them all
Assembled in
The DINING HALL.
The bugle sounds
E'er grace is sung,—
Then fork and spoon
And lip and tongue
Clatter, chatter,—
Such a noise!
Oh! such happy
Girls and boys.
After chapel,
See them all
Assembled in
The DINING HALL.
The bugle sounds
E'er grace is sung,—
Then fork and spoon
And lip and tongue
Clatter, chatter,—
Such a noise!
Oh! such happy
Girls and boys.

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"Flowers sweet and fair, Sir,
Flowers that any
Princess might wear, Sir—
A bunch for a penny!"
Many a bunch
Must the flower-woman sell,
To buy food for herself,
And her children as well.
Upon the broad Embankment
You'll find a curious sight,—
The children play around it
From morning until night;
And crowds of grown-up people
Come here to see it too,
'Tis Cleopatra's Needle
Folks gather thus to view.
In Mother's pretty work-box
There's no such needle shown;
This needle, brought from Egypt,
Is nothing but a stone.
How silently it watches
Old Thames go gliding by!
"You're very old," the River says,
"But not so old as I."
Think you it longs for Egypt,
This wondrous solemn stone,
That stands and gazes at us
Each day so sad and lone?
Ah yes! when London's sleeping,
If monuments can dream,
It longs for Egypt's palm-trees,
And Nile's slow murmuring stream.
"Flowers sweet and fair, Sir,
Flowers that any
Princess might wear, Sir—
A bunch for a penny!"
Many a bunch
Must the flower-woman sell,
To buy food for herself,
And her children as well.
Upon the broad Embankment
You'll find a curious sight,—
The children play around it
From morning until night;
And crowds of grown-up people
Come here to see it too,
'Tis Cleopatra's Needle
Folks gather thus to view.
In Mother's pretty work-box
There's no such needle shown;
This needle, brought from Egypt,
Is nothing but a stone.
How silently it watches
Old Thames go gliding by!
"You're very old," the River says,
"But not so old as I."
Think you it longs for Egypt,
This wondrous solemn stone,
That stands and gazes at us
Each day so sad and lone?
Ah yes! when London's sleeping,
If monuments can dream,
It longs for Egypt's palm-trees,
And Nile's slow murmuring stream.

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"All hot! all hot! come buy!
Ten a penny is the price,
And if you my chestnuts try,
You'll declare they're very nice.
See how brightly burns my fire!
Hear the chestnuts hiss and crack!
Better nuts you can't desire
Than these beauties, big and black.
"All hot!—if you are cold,
Have a pennyworth of heat,
Something nice and warm to hold,
Something nice and warm to eat.
Munch your chestnuts up, and then,
If your toes want warming too,
Say, 'I'll have another ten,
Just to warm me through and through."
So the cheerful chestnut dame
To each chilly passer calls,
As she roasts above the flame
Fine round nuts like floury balls.
Hungry children soon draw near,
If a penny they have got,
And with warmth and food to cheer,
They become "all hot! all hot!"
"All hot! all hot! come buy!
Ten a penny is the price,
And if you my chestnuts try,
You'll declare they're very nice.
See how brightly burns my fire!
Hear the chestnuts hiss and crack!
Better nuts you can't desire
Than these beauties, big and black.
"All hot!—if you are cold,
Have a pennyworth of heat,
Something nice and warm to hold,
Something nice and warm to eat.
Munch your chestnuts up, and then,
If your toes want warming too,
Say, 'I'll have another ten,
Just to warm me through and through."
So the cheerful chestnut dame
To each chilly passer calls,
As she roasts above the flame
Fine round nuts like floury balls.
Hungry children soon draw near,
If a penny they have got,
And with warmth and food to cheer,
They become "all hot! all hot!"