THIS is Covent Garden,
What a lively scene! Here are flowers so pretty,
There are leaves so green. These are busy buyers,
Busy sellers those, Selling, buying, selling,
Everything that grows.
Fruits and lovely blossoms
Hither come each day, Fresh from other gardens
Many miles away. Cabbages potatoes,
Pears and apples too, Grapes, and pines, and peaches,
All are here on view.
So the air is scented
With the pleasant fruits, With the bright-hued nosegays,
And the springing roots. For the little street-boys,
Walking up and down, It's almost like the country
Brought to London Town.