Come, peep at London’s famous town,
Nor need you travel there;
But view the things of most renown,
Whilst sitting in your chair.

At home, an hundred miles away,
’Tis easy now to look
At City Scenes, and London gay,
In this my little book.

Yes, there in quiet you may sit,
Beside the winter’s fire,
And see and hear as much of it,
As ever you desire.

Or underneath the oak so grey,
That stands upon the green,
May pass the summer’s eve away,
And view each City Scene.

There’s great St. Paul’s, so wondrous wide,
The Monument so tall,
And many curious things beside
The Giants in Guildhall.The post-boy galloping away,
With letter-bag you’ll find:
The wharf, the ship, the lady gay,
The beggar lame and blind.

The boatman plying at his oar,
The gard’ner and his greens,
The knife-grinder, with many more
Of London’s City Scenes.