July
On Henley Bridge, in sweet July,
A gentle breeze, a cloudless sky!
Indeed it is a pleasant place,
To watch the oarsmen go the pace,
As gasping crowds go roaring by.
And O, what dainty maids you spy,
What tasteful toilets you descry,
What symphonies in frills and lace,
On Henley Bridge!
But if you find a luncheon nigh —
A mayonnaise, a toothsome pie —
The chance you'll hasten to embrace!
You'll soon forget about the Race,
And take your Giesler cool and dry —
On Henley Bridge!
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J. Ashby-Sterry (1836-1917)
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