sweet thames run softly till i end my song
the river bears no empty bottles sandwich papers
silk handkerchiefs cardboard boxes cigarette ends
or other testimony of summer nights the nymphs are departed
and their friends the loitering heirs of city directors
departed have left no addresses
by the waters of leman i sat down and wept
sweet thames run softly till i end my song
sweet thames run softly for i speak not loud or long
but at my back in a cold blast i hear