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Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands.

Now, like a mighty wind they raise to Heaven the voice of song,

Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of Heaven among.

Beneath them sit the aged men, wise guardians of the poor;

Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.

William Blake

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This city and this country has brought forth many mayors

To sit in state, and give forth laws out of their old oak chairs,

With face as brown as any nut with drinking of strong ale—

Good English hospitality, O then it did not fail!

With scarlet gowns and broad gold lace, would make a yeoman sweat;

With stockings rolled above their knees and shoes as black as jet;

With eating beef and drinking beer, O they were stout and hale—

Good English hospitality, O then it did not fail!

Thus sitting at the table wide the Mayor and Aldermen

Were fit to give law to the city; each ate as much as ten:

The hungry poor entered the hall to eat good beef and ale—

Good English hospitality, O then it did not fail!