The modish Airs, <br />The Tansey Brew, <br />The SWAINS and FAIRS <br />In curtained Pew; <br />Nymphs KNELLER drew, <br />Books BENTLEY read, - <br />Who knows them, who? <br />QUEEN ANNE is dead! <br /> <br />We buy her Chairs, <br />Her China blue, <br />Her red-brick Squares <br />We build anew; <br />But ah! we rue, <br />When all is said, <br />The tale o'er-true, <br />QUEEN ANNE is dead! <br /> <br />Now BULLS and BEARS, <br />A ruffling Crew, <br />With Stocks and Shares, <br />With Turk and Jew, <br />Go bubbling through <br />The Town ill-bred: <br />The World's askew, <br />QUEEN ANNE is dead! <br /> <br />ENVOY. <br /> <br />Friend, praise the new; <br />The old is fled: <br />Vivat FROU-FROU! <br />QUEEN ANNE is dead!<br /><br />Andrew Lang<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ballade-of-queen-anne/
