by Charles Edward Ives (1874 - 1954)

The Circus Band
Language: English 
Available translation(s): SPA
All summer long, we boys
dreamed 'bout big circus joys!
Down Main street, comes the band, 
Oh! "Aint it a grand and glorious noise!"

Horses are prancing, knights advancing;
Helmets gleaming, pennants streaming,
Cleopatra's on her throne!
That golden hair is all her own.

Where is the lady all in pink?
Last year she waved to me I think,
Can she have died? Can! that! rot!
She is passing but she sees me not.

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • SPA Spanish (Español) (Alfredo García) , "La banda del circo", copyright © 2004, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 12
Word count: 74