Up Ludgate Hill the horses Toil slowly in the rain, They pull the creaking waggon, They drag the heavy wain. With eyes of patient wonder Their weary way they go, While musing on some Heaven That only horses know. They dream within the turmoil That some day work will cease, The city is for striving, The country is for peace.
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Charles Willeby (1865 - 1955), "Ludgate Hill", copyright © 1914 [voice and piano], from Bow Bells : Five London Silhouettes, no. 3, London ; New York : Boosey [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Harry Joelson
This text was added to the website: 2010-12-08
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Word count: 60