"To our private taste, there is always something a little exotic, almost artificial, in songs which, under an English aspect and dress, are yet so manifestly the product of other skies. They affect us like translations; the very fauna and flora are alien, remote; the dog's-tooth violet is but an ill substitute for the rathe primrose, nor can we ever believe that the wood-robin sings as sweetly in April as the English thrush." — 'THE ATHENAEUM'. Buy my English posies Kent and Surrey may Violets of the Undercliff Wet with Channel spray; Cowslips from a Devon combe Midland furze afire Buy my English posies And I'll sell your heart's desire ! Buy my English posies! You that scorn the May, Won't you greet a friend from home Half the world away ? Green against the draggled drift, Faint and frail but first Buy my Northern blood-root And I'll know where you were nursed ! Robin down the logging-road whistles, " Come to me! Spring has found the maple-grove, the sap is running free. All the winds of Canada call the ploughing-rain. Take the flower and turn the hour, and kiss your love again ! Buy my English posies ! Here's to match your need Buy a tuft of royal heath, Buy a bunch of weed White as sand of Muizenberg Spun before the gale Buy my heath and lilies And I'll tell you whence you hail ! Under hot Constantia broad the vineyards lie — Throned and thorned the aching berg props the speckless sky - Slow below the Wynberg firs trails the tilted wain — Take the flower and turn the hour, and kiss your love again ! Buy my English posies ! You that will not turn Buy my hot-wood clematis, Buy a frond o' fern Gathered where the Erskine leaps Down the road to Lorne — Buy my Christmas creeper And I'll say where you were born ! West away from Melbourne dust holidays begin — They that mock at Paradise woo at Cora Lynn — Through the great South Otway gums sings the great South Main — Take the flower and turn the hour, and kiss your love again ! Buy my English posies ! Here's your choice unsold ! Buy a blood-red myrtle-bloom, Buy the kowhai's gold Flung for gift on Taupo's face, Sign that spring is come Buy my clinging myrtle And I'll give you back your home ! Broom behind the windy town, pollen of the pine — Bell-bird in the leafy deep where the ratas twine — Fern above the saddle-bow, flax upon the plain — Take the flower and turn the hour, and kiss your love again ! Buy my English posies! Ye that have your own Buy them for a brother's sake Overseas, alone! Weed ye trample underfoot Floods his heart abrim Bird ye never heeded, Oh, she calls his dead to him ! Far and far our homes are set round the Seven Seas; Woe for us if we forget we who hold by these! Unto each his mother-beach, bloom and bird and land — Masters of the Seven Seas, oh, love and understand !