The currants moonwhite as Mother Bunch In their thick-bustled leaves were laughing like Punch; And, ruched as their country waterfalls, The cherried maids walk beneath the dark walls. Where the moonlight was falling thick as curd Through the cherry-branches half-unheard Said old Mrs. Bunch, the crop-eared owl, To her gossip: "If once I began to howl, I am sure that my sobs would drown the seas - With my "oh's and my ah's" and my "oh dear me's!" Everything wrong from cradle to grave - No money to spend, no Money to save!" And the currant-bush began to rustle As poor Mrs. Bunch arranged her bustle.
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Composition:
- Set to music by William Walton (1902 - 1983), "The white owl", from Façade
Text Authorship:
- by Edith Sitwell (1887 - 1964), appears in Façade, first published 1922
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