How chang'd the scene of late has been, From France they're bundling over, And everyone for fear must run, Like sheep before a drover, The motley crew exclaim'd Mon Dieu, At Calais when assembled, At Boney's name each nervous dame Stood on the shore and trembled. @3Chorus@1 London now is come to town Few are found who tarries Boney there has made them stare And drove them back from Paris. * * * | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLACK RUNNER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO RIDGELY TORRENCE - PLAYWRIGHT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A BIRTHDAY SONG by SIDNEY LANIER THE POET; SONNET by AMY LOWELL TO-MORROW IS MY BIRTHDAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |