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The Ballad of Hampstead Heath
From Heaven's gate to Hampstead Heath
Young Bacchus and his crew
Came tumbling down, and o'er the town
Their bursting trumpets blew.
The silver night was wildly bright,
And madly shone the moon,
To hear a song so clear and strong,
With such a lovely tune.
From London's houses, huts, and flats
Came busmen, snobs, and Earls,
And ugly men in bowler hats
With charming little girls.
Sir Moses came, with eyes of flame,
Judd, who is like a bloater,
The brave Lord Mayor, in coach and pair,
King Edward, in his motor.
Far in a rosy mist withdrawn
The God, and all his crew,
Silenus pulled by nymphs, a faun,
A satyr drenched in dew,
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