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24 Songs Compleat,
The Children of Men in erecting old Babel,
To be saved from Water did only desire :
So the City presumes that this young one is able,
When occasion shall serve, to secure them from Fire.
Blowing up when all's done
Preserves the best Town,
But this Hieroglyphic will soon be blown down.
Ah London, &c.
Some say it resembles a Glass, fit for Mum,
And think themselves Witty by giving Nick-names :
An Extinguisher too 'tis fancied by some,
As set up on purpose to put out the Flames,
But what ever they shall
This Workmanship call,
Had it never been thought on 'thad been a Save-all.
Ah London, &c.
Some Passengers seem to suspect the grave City,
As Men not so wise as they shou'd be, or so ;
And oftentimes say, 'tis a great deal of pity
So much Coin shou'd be spent, and so little to show.
But these Men ne'er stop
To pray for going up,
For all that's worth seeing, is when y'are a-top.
Ah London, &c.
But O you proud Nations of Citizens all r
Supposing y'had rear'd but only one Stone,
And on it Engrav'd a stupendious Tale,
Of a Conflagration the like was ne'er known :
It had been as good
T'have humour'd the Croud,
And then y'had prevented their Laughing aloud.
Ah London th'adst better have built New Burdello's,
T encourage She-Traders, and lusty Young Fellows.
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