Did you know? The City's full of holes.
We've avoided the inclement weather, though the lady wind is speaking loudly...
And then one night, when it was dark, she blew up such a tiny spark,
That all the house was pothered, was pothered...
From it she raised up such a flame, as flamed away to Belting Lane,
And White Cross folks were smothered, were
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