Covent Garden

I know a place in London where the country comes to town.

Any morning up till nine

You may share the joy that's mine,

And the spoils of Surrey meadow and of lonely Sussex down

You may buy at Covent Garden in the morning.

Should it happen with young April that you tread the primrose way,

You may even come across

Green and goldenfronded moss,

Oh, the loveliest things in England may be picked up any day

For a song at Covent Garden in the morning!