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has fled from Leicester Square To dwell with simpler-hearted folk. She flies in horror and despair To seek suburban hearts of oak, Her high-priest now is Wentworth Croke Her ancient fanes are but a myth. Come then (and bring your pipe to smoke) Where she resides in Hammersmith.

The Empire is the tawdry lair Of juggling Jew and rancid joke, Pink legs, dress-shirted fools astare And humour ground beneath the yoke— Come where Romance may still invoke Her own congenial kin and kith Come, apt for joy or sobs that choke, Where she resides in Hammersmith.

For she has found true lovers there Who shudder lest her spell be broke