DOI article:
Davidson, John: Fleet Street Eclogue: St. George's Day
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.21806#0309
3°7
By John Davidson
Menzies.
There is no England now, I fear.
Basil.
No England, say you ; and since when ?
Menzies.
Cockney and Celt and Scot are here,
And Democrats and “ans” and “ ists ”
In clubs and cliques and divers lists ;
But now we have no Englishmen.
Basil.
You utter what you never feit,
I know. By bog and mount and fen,
No Saxon, Norman, Scot, or Celt
I find, but only Englishmen.
Herbert.
In all our hedges roses bud.
Basil.
And thought and speech are more than blood.
Herbert.
Away with spieen, and let us sing
The English Spring, the English Spring !
The Yellow Book—Vol. V.
s
Basil.
By John Davidson
Menzies.
There is no England now, I fear.
Basil.
No England, say you ; and since when ?
Menzies.
Cockney and Celt and Scot are here,
And Democrats and “ans” and “ ists ”
In clubs and cliques and divers lists ;
But now we have no Englishmen.
Basil.
You utter what you never feit,
I know. By bog and mount and fen,
No Saxon, Norman, Scot, or Celt
I find, but only Englishmen.
Herbert.
In all our hedges roses bud.
Basil.
And thought and speech are more than blood.
Herbert.
Away with spieen, and let us sing
The English Spring, the English Spring !
The Yellow Book—Vol. V.
s
Basil.