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Heaven's gate to Hampstead Heath
 * Young Bacchus and his crew

Came tumbling down, and o'er the town
 * Their bursting trumpets blew.

The silver night was wildly bright,
 * And madly shone the moon,

To hear a song so clear and strong,
 * With such a lovely tune.

From London's houses, huts, and flats
 * Came busmen, snobs, and Earls,

And ugly men in bowler hats
 * With charming little girls.

Sir Moses came, with eyes of flame,
 * Judd, who is like a bloater,

The brave Lord Mayor, in coach and pair,
 * King Edward, in his motor.

Far in a rosy mist withdrawn
 * The God, and all his crew,

Silenus pulled by nymphs, a faun,
 * A satyr drenched in dew,