Song
The bee to the heather,
The lark to the sky,
The roe to the greenwood,
And whither shall I?
O, Alice! Ah, Alice!
So sweet to the bee
Are moorland and heather
By Cannock and Leigh!
O, Alice! Ah, Alice!
O'er Teddesley Park
The sunny sky scatters
The notes of the lark!
O, Alice! Ah, Alice!
In Beaudesert glade
The roes toss their antlers
For joy of the shade!—
But Alice, dear Alice!
Glade, moorland, nor sky
Without you can content me—
And whither shall I?
—Sir Henry Taylor