Who is the god of Canongate ?
- I, for I trifle with men and fate.

Art thou high in the heart of London ?
- Yea, for I do what is done and undone.

What is thou throne, thou barefoot god ?
- All pavements where my feet have trod.

Where is thy shrine then, little god ?
- Up secret stairs men mount unshod.

Say what libation such men fill ?
- They lift their lusts and let them spill.

Why do you smell of the moss in Arden ?
- If I told you, Sir, your look would harden.

What are you called, I ask your pardon ?
- I am the flower of Covent Garden.

What shall I pay for you, lily-lad ?
- Not all the gold King Solomon had.

How can I buy you, London flower ?
- Buy me for ever, not just for an hour.

When shall I pay you, Violet Eyes ?
- With laughter first, and after with sighs.

But you will fade, my delicate bud ?
- No, there is too much sap in my blood.

Will you not shrink in my shut room ?
- No, there I'll break into fullest bloom.