Cats nine tales, coffin nails
Locket for your sin
Proddie dogs, Papal plots
Bonfires start to sing
Old London weeps
Weather vanes, the king of Spain
Points to the Cornish coast
A Norfolk home, worships Mary's throne
And drinks a secret toast
A faerie king he starts to singe
A poker finds its home
Old firm rules, broken duels
Steel bonnets ride for home
Poison pens, an inn by the Thames
A drink for Dr. Dee
Friar's black which the hangman's trap
And falling masonry
City square, the bankers stare
Hush, the temple sleeps
Oh, come winter rain, wash away our shame
And listen as old London weeps