Lyrics:

I Wander Through Each Chartered Street,
near Where The Chartered Thames Does Flow,
and Mark In Every Face I Meet,
marks Of Weakness, Marks Of Woe.

in Every Cry Of Every Man,
in Every Infant's Cry Of Fear,
in Every Voice, In Every Ban,
the Mind-Forged Manacles I Hear

how The Chimney-Sweeper's Cry
every Blackening Church Appals,
and The Hapless Soldier's Sigh
runs In Blood Down Palace-Walls.

but Most, Through Midnight Streets I Hear
how The Youthful Harlot's Curse
blasts The New-Born Infant's Tear,
and Blights With Plagues The Marriage-Hearse