How many boots little to me—
That a railway was made, which you may know
By the name of the L. C. D.
Crowns have tottered, and armies have fought,
And Empires have ceased to be,
Since that line from city to sea was brought—
Absorbing much L. S. D.
A friend of my youth, long under the turf,
In a cinque port by the sea,
Once walking beside the rolling surf