Laughs the happy April morn br Thro' my grimy, little window, br And a shaft of sunshine pushes br Thro' the shadows in the square. br br Dogs are tracing thro' the grass, br Crows are cawing round the chimneys, br In and out among the washing br Goes the West at hide-and-seek. br br Loud and cheerful clangs the bell. br Here the nurses troop to breakfast. br Handsome, ugly, all are women . . .