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THE BLUE SKY arches o'er mountain and valley, / The scene is as fair as a scene can be, / But I'm breaking my heart for a London alley, / And fogs that shall never come back to me. / I choke with tears when the day is dying -- / The sunsets grand and the stars are bright; / But it's O! for the smell of the fried fish frying / By the flaring stalls on a Saturday night.
And this, oh, this is the lonely sequel / Of all I pictured would come to pass! / They are treating me here as a friend and equal, / But they'd say in London that they're no class. / When I think of their kindness my tears flow faster -- / The girls are free and the chaps are grand: / It's "the boss" and "the missus" for mistress and master, / And they may be right -- But I don't understand.