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By John Davidson
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Herbert.Nay, Menzies, you should rather say,St. George for Merry England, now!
Sandy.That surely is a phantom cry,Hollow and vain for many years.
Menzies.I hear the idle workmen sigh;I hear the drip of women's tears.
Basil.I hear the laughing, singing voiceOf Shakespeare warming England through;His birthday, this.
Herbert.Again rejoice,For this is Wordsworth's birthday, too.
Menzies.I hear the agitator shout;I hear the broker cheapen love;I hear poor ladies crying outFor license men are weary of.

Herbert.

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