PLAGUE take the dull and dusty town, br Its paved and sordid mazes, br Now Spring has trimmed her pretty gown br With buttercups and daisies! br br br With half my heart I long to lie br Among the flowered grasses, br And hear the loving leaves that sigh br As their sweet Mistress passes. br br br Through picture-shows I make my way br While flower-crowned maids go maying, br And all the cultured things I say br That cultured folk are saying.