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With ganial foire	A
Thransfuse me loyre	A
Ye sacred nympths of Pindus	B
The whoile I sing	C
That wondthrous thing	C
The Palace made o' windows	B
	-
Say Paxton truth	D
Thou wondthrous youth	D
What sthroke of art celistial	E
What power was lint	F
You to invint	F
This combineetion cristial	E
	-
O would before	A
That Thomas Moore	A
Likewoise the late Lord Boyron	G
Thim aigles sthrong	C
Of godlike song	C
Cast oi on that cast oiron	G
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And saw thim walls	B
And glittering halls	B
Thim rising slendther columns	B
Which I poor pote	F
Could not denote	F
No not in twinty vollums	B
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My Muse's words	B
Is like the bird's	B
That roosts beneath the panes there	A
Her wing she spoils	B
'Gainst them bright toiles	B
And cracks her silly brains there	A
	-
This Palace tall	E
This Cristial Hall	E
Which Imperors might covet	F
Stands in High Park	C
Like Noah's Ark	C
A rainbow bint above it	F
	-
The towers and fanes	B
In other scaynes	B
The fame of this will undo	F
Saint Paul's big doom	H
Saint Payther's Room	H
And Dublin's proud Rotundo	F
	-
'Tis here that roams	B
As well becomes	B
Her dignitee and stations	B
Victoria Great	F
And houlds in state	F
The Congress of the Nations	B
	-
Her subjects pours	B
From distant shores	B
Her Injians and Canajians	B
And also we	I
Her kingdoms three	I
Attind with our allagiance	B
	-
Here come likewise	B
Her bould allies	B
Both Asian and Europian	G
From East and West	F
They send their best	F
To fill her Coornucopean	G
	-
I seen thank Grace	B
This wonthrous place	B
His Noble Honor Misther	I
H Cole it was	B
That gave the pass	B
And let me see what is there	I
	-
With conscious proide	F
I stud insoide	F
And look'd the World's Great Fair in	G
Until me sight	F
Was dazzled quite	F
And couldn't see for staring	C
	-
There's holy saints	B
And window paints	B
By Maydiayval Pugin	G
Alhamborough Jones	B
Did paint the tones	B
Of yellow and gambouge in	G
	-
There's fountains there	I
And crosses fair	I
There's water gods with urrns	B
There's organs three	I
To play d'ye see	I
'God save the Queen ' by turrns	I
	-
There's Statues bright	F
Of marble white	F
Of silver and of copper	I
And some in zinc	C
And some I think	C
That isn't over proper	I
	-
There's staym Ingynes	I
That stands in lines	I
Enormous and amazing	C
That squeal and snort	F
Like whales in sport	F
Or elephants a grazing	C
	-
There's carts and gigs	I
And pins for pigs	I
There's dibblers and there's harrows	I
And ploughs like toys	I
For little boys	I
And ilegant wheelbarrows	I
	-
For thim genteels	I
Who ride on wheels	I
There's plenty to indulge 'em	J
There's Droskys snug	C
From Paytersbug	C
And vayhycles from Bulgium	J
	-
There's Cabs on Stands	I
And Shandthry danns	I
There's Waggons from New York here	I
There's Lapland Sleighs	I
Have cross'd the seas	I
And Jaunting Cyars from Cork here	I
	-
Amazed I pass	I
From glass to glass	I
Deloighted I survey 'em	J
Fresh wondthers grows	I
Before me nose	I
In this sublime Musayum	J
	-
Look here's a fan	G
From far Japan	G
A sabre from Damasco	C
There's shawls ye get	F
From far Thibet	F
And cotton prints from Glasgow	C
	-
There's German flutes	I
Marocky boots	I
And Naples Macaronies	I
Bohaymia	J
Has sent Bohay	K
Polonia her polonies	I
	-
There's granite flints	I
That's quite imminse	I
There's sacks of coals and fuels	I
There's swords and guns	I
And soap in tuns	I
And Gingerbread and Jewels	I
	-
There's taypots there	I
And cannons rare	I
There's coffins fill'd with roses	I
There's canvas tints	I
Teeth insthrumints	I
And shuits of clothes by MOSES	I
	-
There's lashins more	I
Of things in store	I
But thim I don't remimber	I
Nor could disclose	I
Did I compose	I
From May time to Novimber	I
	-
Ah JUDY thru	I
With eyes so blue	I
That you were here to view it	F
And could I screw	I
But tu pound tu	I
'Tis I would thrait you to it	F
	-
So let us raise	I
Victoria's praise	I
And Albert's proud condition	G
That takes his ayse	I
As he surveys	I
This Cristial Exhibition	G

William Makepeace Thackeray

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