SONGS for CHILDREN, SONG XXXI

This, London is a fine place, A great and gallant city; And tho' not all are blest with grace, The boys and girls are pretty.

There is the wax-work to be shown, And lions in the Tower; And as full well to all is kuown, New prospects ev'ry hour.

But Pretty they who pretty da, Your parents often tell you; And if you keep their lives in view, You'll find they told full well too.

Tho' London is a place so fine, And various beauties strike you; Yet at those beauties you'll repine, Unless the folks should like you.

Where'er you go, learn to be good, And you will be rewarded; And where (tho' little) you are view'd, You still will be rewarded.

And when from London you are come, That great and gallant city, Be you but good and kind at home, Still all things will be pretty.