home *** CD-ROM | disk | FTP | other *** search
- THE STATESMAN'S HOLIDAY
-
- I LIVED among great houses,
- Riches drove out rank,
- Base drove out the better blood,
- And mind and body shrank.
- No Oscar ruled the table,
- But I'd a troop of friends
- That knowing better talk had gone
- Talked of odds and ends.
- Some knew what ailed the world
- But never said a thing,
- So I have picked a better trade
- And night and morning sing:
- i{Tall dames go walking in grass-green Avalon.}
-
- Am I a great Lord Chancellor
- That slept upon the Sack?
- Commanding officer that tore
- The khaki from his back?
- Or am I de Valera,
- Or the King of Greece,
- Or the man that made the motors?
- Ach, call me what you please!
- Here's a Montenegrin lute,
- And its old sole string
- Makes me sweet music
- And I delight to sing:
- i{Tall dames go walking in grass-green Avalon.}
-
- With boys and girls about him.
- With any sort of clothes,
- With a hat out of fashion,
- With Old patched shoes,
- With a ragged bandit cloak,
- With an eye like a hawk,
- With a stiff straight back,
- With a strutting turkey walk.
- With a bag full of pennies,
- With a monkey on a chain,
- With a great cock's feather,
- With an old foul tune.
- i{Tall dames go walking in grass-green Avalon.}
-
-