Florence Brice

(United Kingdom)


Oh how the jets arrive
The liners cross the sea
The air is filled with smoke
From cars and trains and folk
All wending to old London town, To see a lady who
does really belong to any Mr and you
Dollars, francs, lire, All pile in to all these many days
just to see the pagentry of a million ways
A day of days a happy day a day just once a year

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