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Edith Nesbit - Medway Song
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(Air: Carnaval de Venise)

LET Housman sing of Severn shore, 
    Of Thames let Arnold sing, 
But we will sing no river more 
    Save this where crowbars ring. 
Let others sing of Henley, 
    Of fashion and renown, 
But we will sing the thirteen locks 
    That lead to Tonbridge town! 
Then sing the Kentish river, 
    The Kentish fields and flowers, 
We waste no dreams on other streams 
    Who call the Medway ours. 


When on the level golden meads 
    The evening sunshine lies, 
The little voles among the reeds 
    Look out with wondering eyes. 
The patient anglers linger 
    The placid stream beside, 
Where still with towering tarry prow 
    The stately barges glide. 
Then sing the Kentish river, 
    The Kentish fields and flowers, 
We waste no dreams on other streams 
    Who call the Medway ours. 


On Medway banks the May droops white, 
    The wild rose blossoms fair, 
O`er meadow-sweet and loosestrife bright, 
    For water nymphs to wear. 
And mid the blowing rushes 
    Pan pipes a joyous song, 
And woodland things peep from the shade 
    As soft we glide along. 
Then sing the Kentish river, 
    The Kentish fields and flowers, 
We waste no dreams on other streams 
    Who call the Medway ours. 


You see no freight on Medway boats 
    Of fashions fine and rare, 
But happy men in shabby coats, 
    And girls with wind-kissed hair. 
The world`s a pain forgotten, 
    And very far away, 
The stream that flows, the boat that goes-- 
    These are our world to-day. 
Then sing the Kentish river, 
    The Kentish fields and flowers, 
We waste no dreams on other streams 
    Who call the Medway ours.
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