Poetry
Song for a Piccadilly Flower Girl
Fon many a year, and many a year, since times were young and gay, I've sold my pretty roses to the passers by the way, My dewy white carnations, my violets English-grown, Nor ever thought to see men pass and leave my flowers alone.
O what's to do but sigh now ?
Though roses still are red A man will hurry by now, And will not turn his head, Though still in sun and shower now I brave the London air There's none will choose a flower now To please his lady fair.
'Tis I have known the gallant days, long since in London Town, When gentlemen in shiny hats went walking up and down, And one would buy forget-me-nots, and one a lily tall, For none would pass a flower-girl and let her flowers fall.
O what's to do but sigh.now ?. Though roses still are white, The people hurry by now Nor look to left or right, And Heaven only knows now-L
• The singing saints above— Why none will buy a rose now To win his lady love.
IIAMISH MACE-% HEN.
* It was recently reported in the daily Press that a flower seller in Piccadilly Circus complained that twenty years ago gentlemen were more like what they ought to be," and that nowadays they never think of buying flowers for a lady.
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