Quoth my neighbour, “Nelly Moore.”
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I’ve her photograph from Lacy’s; that delicious little face is
Smiling on me as I’m sitting (in a draught from yonder door),
And often in the nightfalls, when a precious little light falls
From the wretched tallow candles on my gloomy second-floor,
(For I have not got the gaslight on my gloomy second floor,)
Comes an echo, “Nelly Moore!”
Carols of Cockayne, by Henry S. Leigh
(John Camden Hotten, London, 1872.)