O blessed drums of Aldershot!
O blessed South-west train!
O blessed, blessed Speaker's clock,
All prophesying rain!
O blessed yaffil, laughing loud!
O blessed falling glass!
O blessed fan of cold gray cloud!
O blessed smelling grass!
O bless'd South wind that toots his horn
Through every hole and crack!
I'm off at eight to-morrow morn,
To bring
such
fishes back!
Eversley, April 1, 1856.
More verses by Charles Kingsley
- Martin Lightfoot's Song
- Sing Heigh-Ho!
- Frank Leigh's Song: A.D. 1586
- A Thought From The Rhine
- The Weird Lady