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The Rush To London

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You're off away to London now,     Where no one dare ignore you,     With Southern laurels on your brow,     And all the world before you.     But if you should return again,     Forgotten and unknowing,     Then one shall wait in wind and rain,     Where forty cheered you going.     Youre off away to London, proved,     Where fair girls shall adore you;     The poor, plain face of one that loved     May never rise before you.     But if you should return again,     When young blood ceases flowing,     Then one shall wait in wind and rain,     Where forty cheered you going.     It may be carelessly you spoke     Of never more returning,     But sometimes in the London smoke,     Youll smell the gum leaves burning;     And think of how the grassy plain     Beyond the fog is flowing,     And one that waits in shine or rain,     Where forty cheered you going.

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