[HENLEY IN JULY.]
O,
There's no peace or quiet to sunset from dawn.
The Row is a bore, and the Park is too torrid,
So come down and lounge on the "Red lion" Lawn!
Then, come down to Henley, no time like the present,
The sunshine is bright, the barometer's high—
O, come down at once, for Regatta-time's pleasant,
Thrice pleasant is Henley in laughing July!
Now, gay are the gardens of Fawley and Phyllis,