Classic Poem

A Voice singing.

Come with me to London,
Folly, come away!
I'll make your fortune
On a fine day —
Daisy leave and buttercup!
Pick your gold and silver up,
In London, in London,
Oh, London town!
For sheep can feed
And robins breed
Without you, without you,
And the world get on without you —
Oh, London Town!

The Players singing.

Come with us to London,
Folly, come away!
We'll make your fortune
On a summer day.
Leave your sloes and mulberries!
There are riper fruits than these,
In London, In London,
Oh, London Town!
For winds will blow
And barley grow
Without you, without you,
And the world get on without you —
Oh, London Town!

Come away to London,
Folly, come away!
You'll make your fortune
Thrice in a day.
Paddocks leave and winter byres,
London has a thousand spires,
A-chiming, a-rhyming,
Oh, London Town!
The snow will fall
And cover all
Without you, without you,
And the world get on without you —
Oh, London Town!