Lunnon is a big place,
Lots o' people in it,
Heaps o' folks a-toilin'
Every single minute;
Everybody's movin',
Comin' or a-goin',
Sort o' makes me giddy -
Takes a lot o' knowin'.

Lunnon is a fine place,
Often 'mid its noises
Think about the country
And the quiet voices;
Dream about a cottage,
Lips that wait to kiss me,
Hear the children's laughter -
Wonder if they miss me.

Down the street the flower girls
Lilac sprays are sellin',
Makes me think in passin'
How the country's smellin';
Have to stop and buy some -
(Wish my heart would harden!)
Just because the lilac
Grows in mother's garden.