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Beside the pillar-box a girl / Sells daffodils in golden bunches, / And with an apron full of Spring / Stays men a moment from their lunches: / Some fill their hands for love of bloom, / To others Cupid hints a reason; / But as for me, I buy because / The flowers suggest the Cricket season!
Although I trouble not to seek / A maiden proud to wear my favour, / Right glad am I to change my pence / For blooms, and smell their wholesome savour; / For as I carry blossoms home -- / Sisters of gold with golden sisters -- / My heart is thumping at the thought / Of pads and bails and slow leg-twisters.
My only sweetheart is a bag -- / A faithful girl of dark brown leather, / Who's travelled many a mile with me / In half a hundred sorts of weather! / Once more to clasp your friendly hand, / To tramp along by Hope attended, / Dreaming of glances, drives, and cuts, / My Dear Old Girl, how truly splendid!