The Muffin Man You've heard about the muffin man, the muffin man, the muffin man, You've heard about the muffin man who lives in Drury Lane? Well, here you see that muffin man-- that celebrated muffin man, And if you try his muffins, you'll be sure to buy again. The Shoeblack Brigade If you wanted a boy to polish your shoes, Which of these two, do you think, you would choose? They were once "Street Arabs," hungry, ill-clad, And in very sore danger of going to the bad; But now!--one might think that their fortunes were made, They're so proud to belong to the Shoeblack Brigade. The Blue-Coat Boys If you should pass through Newgate Street, Bareheaded boys with coats of blue, Among the crowd you're sure to meet-- And all with yellow stockings too. Their coats are long as well as blue, And when at football they do play, They find them rather heavy too, So tuck them up out of the way. In Christchurch passage will be found The entrance to the School; and though It looks so quiet, all around We hear the crowd go to and fro. Above the doorway there you see The Boy King's statue:--Would you know Who founded this great school? 'Twas he, More than three hundred years ago. Gog and Magog in the Guildhall In the famous Guildhall Mayor and Alderman all Meet to banquet and feast, And it's whispered that they Aren't inclined in the least From the table to stray: For they're fond of good cheer, And they meet with it here, Where the wine Is so fine, And still better than that, Where the turtle's rich fat Tempts the guests when they dine. Turtle soup's very good, And a favourite food, With the banqueters all Who frequent the Guildhall. Two giants so tall Guard the famous Guildhall. (Gog is one, and the other Is Magog his brother.) Well, these giants so tall Watch the feast, but can't call For a crumb, As they're dumb, And not living at all! Else 'twould seem scarcely fair, That when good things were by, Gog and Magog should stare From their pedestals high, For if placed at a table At least they'd look able, To dine there and then Like two live Aldermen! The Cat's-Meat Man He calls "Meat, meat!" All down the street; And dogs "bow-wow," And cats "mi-ow," While kittens sly Come purring by, As if to say-- "Do serve us, pray, The first of all, For we're so small." The man throws bits Of meat to kits, And cats, and dogs; Then on he jogs, And down the street Still cries "Meat, meat!" The Night Watch Policeman A, Policeman B, Likewise Policemen C and D-- All in a row, sedate and slow, Away to their beats, tramp! tramp! they go.