London

I wander thro' each dirty street, Near where the dirty Thames does flow, And [see del.] mark in every face I meet, Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

In every cry of every man, In [every voice of every child del.] every infant’s cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The [german del.] mind forg'd [links del.] I hear manacles I hear.

[But most del.] How the chimney sweeper’s cry [Blackens o'er the churches' walls, del.] Every black'ning church appalls, And the hapless Soldier’s sigh Runs in blood down Palace walls.

[But most the midnight harlot's curse From every dismal street I hear, Weaves around the marriage hearse And blasts the new born infant's tear. del.]

But most from every del.] thro' wintry streets I hear How the midnight harlot's curse Blasts the new born Infant’s tear, And [hangs del.] smites with plagues the Marriage hearse.

But most the shrieks of youth I hear But most thto' midnight & . . . . Hw the youthful . . .