The oranges and lemons, say live some to them of Saint-Indulgente.
They have said five black poplars to me, lives some to them of Saint-Martin.
When it pays to me? They say lives some to them of Old Bailey.
If I will be rich, they say lives some to them of Shoreditch.
When it will be? They say lives some to them of Stepney.
I do not know, therefore the great called of Bow.
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