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
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