Oh ! come to London, young lad, <br />Lots is to be seen ! <br />But he said : 'I cannot come, maid. <br />Till the cuckoos all be dumb, maid. <br />On the hills of green.' <br /> <br />Oh ! come to London, brave lad. <br />Come and leave the plough. <br />But he said : 'The blackthorn's springing. <br />And a mottled thrush is singing <br />In the cherry bough.' <br /> <br />Oh ! come to London, fine lad. <br />Here's where money flows. <br />But he said : 'There's gold in plenty. <br />Gold enough and more for twenty. <br />Where the kingcup grows.' <br /> <br />Oh ! come to London, strong lad, <br />I am wanting you. <br />But he said : 'It be a grand sight. <br />When the stars at midnight <br />Stretch along the blue.' <br /> <br />Oh ! come to London, dear lad, <br />I am fair to see ! <br />But he said : 'Along of our way <br />Trees are thick with white may. <br />Wonderful they be !'<br /><br />Radclyffe Hall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-call-to-london/
