- 2 - Alfred Noyes: The Barrel-Organ
Dissects the common carnival Of passions and regrets, And gives the world a glimpse of all The colours it forgets.
And there La Traviata sighs Another sadder song; And there Il Trovatore cries A tale of deeper wrong;
And bolder knights to battle go With sword and shield and lance, Than ever here on earth below Have whirled intoa dance!
Go down to Kew in lilac-time, in lilac-time, in lilac-time; Go down to Kew in lilac-time (it isn't far from London!) And you shall wander hand in hand with love in summer's wonderland; Go down to Kew in lilac-time (it isn't far from London!)
The cherry-trees are seas of bloom and soft perfume and sweet perfume, The cherry-trees are seas of bloom (and oh, so near to London!) And there they say, when dawn is high and all the world's a blaze of sky The cuckoo, though he's very shy, will sing a song for London.
The nightingale is rather rare and yet they say you'll hear him there At Kew, at Kew in lilac-time (and oh, so near to London!) The linnet and the throstle, too, and after dark the long halloo And golden-eyed tu-whit, tu-whoo of owls that ogle London.
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