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     Far in a rosy mist withdrawn     The God and all his crew,     Silenus pulled by nymphs, a faun,     A satyr drenched in dew,     Smiled as they wept those shining tears     Only Immortals know,     Whose feet are set among the stars,     Above the shifting snow.     And one spake out into the night,     Before they left for ever,     "Rejoice, rejoice!" and his great voice     Rolled like a splendid river.     He spake in Greek, which Britons speak     Seldom, and circumspectly;     But Mr. Judd, that man of mud,     Translated it correctly.     And when they heard that happy word,     Policemen leapt and ambled:     The busmen pranced, the maidens danced,     The men in bowlers gambolled.     A wistful Echo stayed behind     To join the mortal dances,     But Mr Judd, with words unkind,     Rejected her advances.     And passing down through London Town     She stopped, for all was lonely,     Attracted by a big brass plate     Inscribed, FOR MEMBERS ONLY.     And so she went to Parliament,     But those ungainly men     Woke up from sleep, and turned about,     And fell asleep again.