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Prue has wandered high and wandered low
Through Norman chapel and dungeon cell; / The grand Crown Jewels that sparkle so, / And the Traitor's Gate, she has seen as well.
She has looked from the walls on the River, too, / And spent in the Armouries nearly an hour: / Ah! holiday folks like our Miss Prue / Enjoy themselves when they come to the Tower!
But the Tower was a prison, in days of old, / And few who got into it ever came out, / Though now we can visit the grim stronghold / Any day of the week, without fear or doubt.