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There's Hoby and Roby, and Cater and Prater,
Weston and Preston, and Hooper and Cooper,
Hunter and Gunter, and Brecknell and Cracknell;
Hatchett, the coachmaker, who lived in Long Acre;
France and Banting, who'll furnish what's wanting;
Epps, who is chief baron of ham and beef;
Nugee, of St. James's, who suits every body complete,
And Baron Stultz, too, in the opposite street;
Rundell and Bridge, who could (so we're told)
Pave half London (if they liked it) with silver and gold,
Hookham and Sams, who in price never vary,
Because in all their dealings they're stationery;
Light and Flight, and Merry and Perry;
Hancock and Shepherd, in Waterloo Place,
Where no one should go who fears to show his face;

Todds, the linen-draper, who, but no doubt you've read it,
Deals for ready money only, and never gives a morsel of credit;
George Robins, of the Piazza, who's a very fair dealing fellow,
And where, bye-the-bye, I popp'd in the other day, and gave only three-and-sixpence for this beautiful umbrella!
Tresham and Gresham, and Bingham and Tringham,
Besides Flint, the haberdasher, so fam'd for ribbons and laces,
Who has shops in Fleet-street, Bond-street, Regent-street, Oxford-street, Lombard-street, and a thousand other places,
Enough to fill a folio volume from the very top of the page to the bottom, down below,
In this Paul Pry's Directory,
To make the [illeg.]!

Four-and-twenty New Streets, all of a row,
Four-and-twenty new streets, all of a row.

CHAUNT.

There's Regent-stret, that was built by Mr. Nash,
For those who can pay a good rent and cut a dash
Dorrington-street and Torrington-street,
Arlington-street and Burlington-street;
Belgrove-square, where the houses are very dear,
And where you should have at least a couple of thousands a-year;
The Colonade and the Arcade, neither of which, they say, has ever paid;
Cork-street, and York-street, and Romer-street, and Cromer-street;
Mornington-crescent, that is so very pleasant;
Alpha cottages, for old folks in their dotages;
York avenue, a better you never knew;
Maida-vale, if the air you'd inhale;
Lisson-grove, if you wish to rove;
The North Bank and the South Bank,
For your nabobs and folks of rank;
Connaught-place and Cornwell-terrace;
And then, I'd quite forgot it, there is,

The Piccadilly Quadrant, where is owing a little odd rent;
And the new Mary-bone Bazaar, though it's somewhat too far;
Besides Circles, ay, and Circuses, where half the houses are in carcases,
And have brought most of their builders, from the very top of the bricks and mortar, to the workhouses—down below.
In this Paul Pry's Directory, &c.

Four-and-twenty Exhibitions, all of a row,
Four-and-twenty Exhibitions, all of a row,

CHAUNT.

There's the Apollonicon and Panharmonicon:
The Cosmorama; the Ancient Armour;
The Cigar Divan, where you may smoke if you can;
The Exhibition at the Royal Academy,
Where many a shilling they've yearly had of me,
Though Suffolk-street would have been more glad of me;
Bullock's Museum; the Colliseum
The Piccadilly's Bronze Achilles
The Diorama, in Regency Park,
Where, as to their lights, we're quite in the dark;
The Exhibition of Water-colours, done by very clever fellows;
Miss Linwood's prime collection, too. of Needle-work,
There's none can say that her's is idle-work;
All offering their attractions to Hoby and Roby, Crater and
Prater, &c. down below.
This is Paul Pry's Directory, &c.

Four-and-twenty prime Hotels, all of a row,
Four-and-twenty prime Hotels, all of a row.

CHAUNT.

There's Long's and Fladong's, Batson's and Matson's, White's and Wright's;
Stevens's and Evans's, the Worcester and the Gloucester;
The Petersburg, in Dover-street,
Where you must pay a guinea a mouthful for all you eat;

Besides the famed Freemasons,' where, if you take your dinner,
Depend upon't you'll not grow any thinner;
The Hummums, which, if you would rest your head,
Is just the place to get a bath and bed;
The London, where nothing is left undone;
Peel's, where the lawyers kick their heels;
And the Sablionere, where every thing that's there, is
Served up in the French fashion, quite a-la-mode de Paris,
And where, between you and I, though to tell it I grieve,
(I had it from the landlord) many of the customers have lately taken French leave;
All offering their attractions to Hoby and Roby, &c.
This is Paul Pry's Directory, &c.

Four-and-Twenty Newspapers, all of a row,
Four-and-Twenty Newspapers, all of a row.

CHAUNT.

There's the Old Times, that in its pages diurnal,
Boldly calls itself the leading journal;
The opposition paper the Morning Chronicle,
That on the ministers is oft ironical,
But which in turn is weekly brought to book
In the John Bull, either by Hook or by crook
The Morning Post, that makes a boast,
Of showing all the movements of the fashionable host;
The Tap Tub print—the Morning Advertiser—
Published to make the lower orders wiser;
The Herald, that once was by Fitzgerald;
The Sun, which, really it 'ent fun,
Never appears 'till the day is done
The Courier and the Star,
And very good papers they are;
The Globe and Traveller,
That of the affairs of the nation is a great unraveller,
Not forgetting the Sunday Monitor,
For many very clever men upon it are;
With the sporting Life in London,
There can't be a better one done:
Bell's Dispatch, that is really a catch;
The Observer, that's a time-server;

The Messenger, that every week to the country is a passenger;
The Examiner, by which Leigh Hunt,
Once gained so much credit and blunt;
And then I mustn't refuse,
To remind you there's the News,
That is written by Mr. Phipps,
Who tips it all pretenders when he gets them on their hips
All offering their attractions to Hoby and Roby, &c.
This is Paul Pry's Directory, &c.

Four-and-twenty Public Places, all of a row
Four-and-twenty Public Places, all of a row.

CHAUNT.

There's the Theatre Royal Drury Lane,
Which now is holding up it's head again
With the Theatre Royal Covent Garden,
That, I hope you'll the observation pardon,
Have been lately united by Mr. Bunn,
And licensed to play together—what a bit of fun.
That shrine of song the English Opera,
Which really can't be managed properer;
The Theatre Royal the Haymarket,
Where if I had a fortune I'd embark it,
And where, though I need scarce remark it,
They often show to your mind's and ocular eye,
The image of your humble, here, Paul Pry;
The King's Theatre, where many a titled ninny,
Has been fool enough to throw away his last guinea,
On French dancers and Il Maestro Rossini;
The Adelphi, where they made the folks so merry,
And themselves so rich, by acting Tom and Jerry;
The little Olympic, which would have been undone,
But for bringing out Giovanni in London;
Besides the City, which never pays,
Because folks there like sheep-head's more than plays!
Ducrow's Theatre, that was built by Astley,
And where the performances are relished vastly:
And then, too, there's the Victoria and the Surrey,
Which please the public and each other worry

The Aquatic Theatre famous Sadler's Wells,
Frequented by the city beaus and belles;
And stay, now I remember, this 'ent all,
For there's the Royal Gardens fam'd Vauxhall,
All offering their attractions to Hoby and Roby, &c.
This is Paul Pry's Directory, &c.