Or alight on the Lane that is Mark;
You may let your incredulous eye go
O'er each Crescent and Corner and Park;
You may hunt through the humblest of alleys
Or the giddiest haunts of the town,
And Kelly's, who're "safe" as the Palace,
Have got 'em all down.
So I sing to those equals in wonder,
Of Bradshaw (the expert on trains),
Who have torn the Hun's fiction asunder—