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The plague is at its height
The rats have caused this plight
The cart man collects dead bodies
Yet the children dance with delight

“Bring out your dead,” the cart man said
Bodies piled on by the score
Houses were marked with crosses of red
Painted on the front door

Nobility and gentry left the City in droves
To the poor, the City gates were closed
A Certificate of Health was required to leave
Without this document they would have to stay and grieve

The Lord Mayor declared, “Kill all the cats”
Natural predators of those filthy rats
The situation went from bad to worse
The children began to sing a little verse

A village called Eyam was infected with the disease
By a parcel of clothes infested with fleas
The vicar was able to contain his flock
Preventing the disease from running amok

London town will soon burn down
In the ashes the disease will lie dead
In Pudding Lane some lay the blame
Where the baker bakes his bread
Copyright © 2004 Pete Wilder
All rights reserved

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