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Fleet Street Eclogue
Basil.
In weeds of gold and purple hues
Glad April bursts with piping news
Of swifts and swallows come again,
And of the tender pensive strain
The bullfinch sings from bush to bush.
In weeds of gold and purple hues
Glad April bursts with piping news
Of swifts and swallows come again,
And of the tender pensive strain
The bullfinch sings from bush to bush.
Percy.
And oh the blackbird and the thrush
Interpret as no maestro may
The meaning of the night and day.
And oh the blackbird and the thrush
Interpret as no maestro may
The meaning of the night and day.
Sandy.
They catch the whispers of the breeze
And weave them into melodies.
They catch the whispers of the breeze
And weave them into melodies.
Brian.
They utter for the hours that pass
The purpose of their moments bright.
They utter for the hours that pass
The purpose of their moments bright.
Basil.
They speak the passion of the grass,
That grows so stoutly day and night.
They speak the passion of the grass,
That grows so stoutly day and night.
Herbert.
St. George for Merry England then!
For we are all good Englishmen!
St. George for Merry England then!
For we are all good Englishmen!
Percy.
