Classic Poem

The Trucks of Truro

A Ballad for the Boudoir

When the waters of the Douro
Flow up-country from the sea;
When these trucks go East of Truro,
Then my heart will faithless be!
Sparkling like some rich liqueur, oh!
Tender, delicate and pure, oh!
As Bellini's chiaroscuro ,
Is the love that kindles me!
When these trucks go East of Truro,
Then will I be false to thee!

Though the clerk forget his bureau,
I will not forgetful be!
Though these trucks go East of Truro,
Thou shalt not go East of me!
Though each celebrated Euro-
Pean oculist or neuro-
Path, when he effects a cure, o-
Mit to take his patient's fee!
Though these trucks go East of Truro,
I will still have truck with thee!English