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You're off away to London now, / Where no one dare ignore you, / With Southern laurels on your brow, / And all the world before you. / But if you should return again, / Forgotten and unknowing, / Then one shall wait in wind and rain, / Where forty cheered you going.
You're off away to London, proved, / Where fair girls shall adore you; / The poor, plain face of one that loved / May never rise before you. / But if you should return again, / When young blood ceases flowing, / Then one shall wait in wind and rain, / Where forty cheered you going.
It may be carelessly you spoke / Of never more returning, / But sometimes in the London smoke, / You'll smell the gum leaves burning; / And think of how the grassy plain / Beyond the fog is flowing, / And one that waits in shine or rain, / Where forty cheered you going.