Every day along the streets of mighty London Town
Nine hundred omnibuses rumble up and down.
When you're tired of walking, call "Hi! Conductor, stop!"
And he'll give you such a jolly ride, for twopence, on the top.

Sometimes by the 'bus's side small boys will run a mile,
Turning round just like the wheels, and hungry all the while:—
"We've not had any breakfast,—won't you toss us down a brown?"—
That's what they call a penny in the streets of London Town.