1. Twas on a Holy Thursday their innocent faces clean
2. The children walking two & two in red & blue & green
3. Grey-headed beadles walkd before with wands as white snow,
4. Till into the high dome of Pauls they like Thames waters flow
5. O what a multitude they seemd these flowers of London town
6. Seated in companies they sit with radiance all their own
7. The hum of multitudes was there but multitudes of lambs
8. Thousands of litter boys & girls raising their innocent hands
9. Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song
10. Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of Heaven among
11. Beneath them sit the aged men wise gaurdians of the poor
12. Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door
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