Cats nine tales, coffin nails 
Locket for your sin 
Proddie dogs, Papal plots 
Bonfires start to sing 
Weather vanes, the king of Spain 
Points to the Cornish coast 
A Norfolk home, worship Mary's throne, 
Drinks a secret toast 
A faerie king starts to singe 
A poker finds a home 
old firm rules, broken duels 
The steel bonnets ride for home 
Poison pens, an inn by the Thames 
A drink for Dr.Dee 
Friar's black, the hangman's trap 
and falling masonry 
City square, the bankers stare 
Hush, the temple sleeps 
Come winter rain, wash away our shame 
Listen as old London weeps