william walton – a song for the lord mayor’s table lyrics
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let all the nine muses lay by their abuses
their railing and drolling on tricks of the strand
to pen us a ditty in praise of the city
their treasure, and pleasure, their pow’r and command
their feast, and guest, so temptingly drest
their kitchens all kingdoms replenish;
in bountiful bowls they do succour their souls
with claret, canary and rhenish:
their lives and wives in plenitude thrives
they want not for meat nor money;
the promised land’s in a londoner’s hand
they wallow in milk and honey
let all the nine muses lay by their abuses
their railing and drolling on tricks of the strand
to pen us a ditty in praise of the city
their treasure, and pleasure, their pow’r and command
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