THE stars shone faint through the smoky blue; <br />The church-bells were ringing; <br />Three girls, arms laced, were passing through, <br />Tramping and singing. <br />Their heads were bare: their short skirts swung <br />As they went along; <br />Their scarf-covered breasts heaved up, as they sung <br />Their defiant Song. <br />It was not too clean, their feminine lay, <br />But it thrilled me quite <br />With its challenge to taskmaster villainous day <br />And infamous night, <br />With its threat to the robber Rich, the Proud, <br />The respectable Free. <br />And I laughed and shouted to them aloud, <br />And they shouted to me! <br />'Girls, that's the shout, the shout we shall utter <br />When, with rifles and spades, <br />We stand, with the old Red Flag aflutter, <br />On the barricades!'<br /><br />Francis William Lauderdale Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-trafalgar-square/
