Oh To Be In England
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Oh, to be in England! Ah, that April's there!
And whoever wakes in England sees
Some morning, unaware
That the lowly spires of the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard-bough
In England, ah!
And after April, when May follows
And the white-throat bills, and all the swallows
Hark, where my blossom pear-tree in the hedge
Leans to the field, and scatters in the clover
Blossoms and dewdrops!
That's the wise thrush!
He sings each song twice over
Lest you should think he never could recapture
The first flying, careless rapture
And though the fields look rough with hoary dew
All will be gay when noontide breaks anew
The water-cups, the little children's dolls
Are brighter than this cornfield melanchols
And whoever wakes in England sees
Some morning, unaware
That the lowly spires of the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard-bough
In England, ah!
And after April, when May follows
And the white-throat bills, and all the swallows
Hark, where my blossom pear-tree in the hedge
Leans to the field, and scatters in the clover
Blossoms and dewdrops!
That's the wise thrush!
He sings each song twice over
Lest you should think he never could recapture
The first flying, careless rapture
And though the fields look rough with hoary dew
All will be gay when noontide breaks anew
The water-cups, the little children's dolls
Are brighter than this cornfield melanchols