And I sold it all to a pretty girl for a nosegay of red clover.
A nosegay of red clover and a hollow golden straw;
Now wasn't that a bargain, the best you ever saw?
I whistled on my straw in the market-place all day,
And the London folk came flocking for to foot it in the hay.
XX.—The Angel.
The Angel flew down
One morning to town,
But didn't know where to rest;
For they shut her out of the East End