Dwelling, far from Piccadilly,

In moist lowlands, rushed and rilly,

Blossomy as Penzance or Scilly.

Sweets to the sweet! "Poor Silly-Billy!"

You may say in accents trilly.

When the postman in the stilly

Eve, from distant Piccadilly,

Bears this box of rose and lily,

Violet and daffodilly,

To the rural maiden, Milly,