The Flower of Old Japan. The Flower above all other flowers, The Flower that never dies; Before whose throne the scented hours Offer their sacrifice;… - Alfred Noyes

There was music all about us, we were growing quite forgetful
We were only singing seamen from the dirt of Londontown.

We, that like foemen meet the past Because we bring the future, know We only fight to achieve at last
A great re-union with our foe; Re-union in the truths that stand When all our wars are rolled away; Re-union of the heart and hand
And of the prayers wherewith we pray; Re-union in the common needs, The common strivings of mankind; Re-union of our warring creeds
In the one God that dwells behind.

Go down to Kew in lilac-time, in lilac-time, in lilac-time;
Go down to Kew in lilac-time (it isn't far from London!)
And you shall wander hand in hand with love in summer's wonderland;
Go down to Kew in lilac-time (it isn't far from London!)