Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide.

Then the world seemed none so bad, and I myself a sterling lad. And down in lovely muck I've lain, happy - till I woke up again.

Oh I have been to Ludlow fair, and left my necktie God knows where. And carried half way home, or near, pints and quarts of Ludlow beer.

I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.

And malt does more than Milton can To justify the ways of God to man.