Let artfully down on their shoulders to dry;
I see, on the Spa, in their pretty pink dresses:
Maud, Winnie, and Connie, and Daisy, and Di.
Nor did Cook and his coupons a moment forget me;
My passeport was visé the length of my flight;
While Murray and Bradshaw did aid and abet me.
And Coutts with the circular notes was all right.
Farewell—when at bedtime I sink on my pillow
I dream of my toil up the snow-covered steep,
While mules, vetturini, and boats on the billow,