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Air Carnaval de Venise	A
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LET Housman sing of Severn shore	B
Of Thames let Arnold sing	C
But we will sing no river more	B
Save this where crowbars ring	C
Let others sing of Henley	D
Of fashion and renown	E
But we will sing the thirteen locks	A
That lead to Tonbridge town	E
Then sing the Kentish river	F
The Kentish fields and flowers	A
We waste no dreams on other streams	A
Who call the Medway ours	A
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When on the level golden meads	A
The evening sunshine lies	A
The little voles among the reeds	A
Look out with wondering eyes	A
The patient anglers linger	F
The placid stream beside	G
Where still with towering tarry prow	H
The stately barges glide	G
Then sing the Kentish river	F
The Kentish fields and flowers	A
We waste no dreams on other streams	A
Who call the Medway ours	A
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On Medway banks the May droops white	I
The wild rose blossoms fair	J
O'er meadow sweet and loosestrife bright	I
For water nymphs to wear	J
And mid the blowing rushes	A
Pan pipes a joyous song	K
And woodland things peep from the shade	L
As soft we glide along	K
Then sing the Kentish river	F
The Kentish fields and flowers	A
We waste no dreams on other streams	A
Who call the Medway ours	A
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You see no freight on Medway boats	A
Of fashions fine and rare	J
But happy men in shabby coats	A
And girls with wind kissed hair	J
The world's a pain forgotten	M
And very far away	N
The stream that flows the boat that goes	A
These are our world to day	N
Then sing the Kentish river	F
The Kentish fields and flowers	A
We waste no dreams on other streams	A
Who call the Medway ours	A

Edith Nesbit

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