But I and Blake, we really constitute a pair,

Each being rather like an artless woodland elf.

And O the stars! I cannot say

I see a star just now,

Not at this time of day;

But anyhow

The stars are all my brothers;

(This verse is shorter than the others).

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O Constitution Hill!

(This verse is shorter still).

Ah! London, London in the Spring!

You are, you know you are,

So full of curious sights,

Especially by nights.

From gilded bar to gilded bar

Youth goes his giddy whirl,

His heart fulfilled of Music-Hall,

His arm fulfilled of girl!

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