The Great Fire of London - 1666

The Great Fire of London September 2nd 1666 Oh! The grand aroma Of Master Farynor’s Bakery The biscuitry. The cake-ery; So warm and hot and bready The smell –so sweet and heady. Until, one night, a spark Flamed; and fell there in the dark - In Pudding Lane Urchins, with their noses Pressed tight against the shutter; All longing for the butter And the cakes in the winder Shame about the cinder What tumbled on the tinder Piled up for the oven - In Pudding Lane. “Master! Oh dear Master! Yer bakery’s a blazing!” The maid stood there, a-gazing ‘Til her petticoat caught fire - Like a blazing Roman candle, First victim of the scandal, Spreading from the ovens – In Pudding Lane.