Bells of Oxford

One evening in June ‘neath a thickening moon
While daundering through Port Meadow
My love and I made Ovidean vows
To the sound of the bells of Oxford-o

I regaled my love with an old sea song
Of phantom galleons on the Clyde-o
And a flood of angels sang ‘Haul Away, Joe’
To the sound of the bells of Oxford-o

Moonlight dappled the Isis like a round of applause
As you said something about the stars-o
And I placed Long Purples in yr hair
To the sound of the bells of Oxford-o

Then we wandered on through that moon-flooded town
Past the birth place of Jane Morris-o
The midwife to a thousand brush strokes
And the sound of the bells of Oxford-o

And there is your father in ceremonial robes
Inventing rituals to a truant God
Who’s meanings been half eaten by time
And the sound of the Bells of Oxford-o

But that was in June when our love was new
Now the Long Purples all have perished-o
She’s gone, she’s gone
I’ll never speak of stars again
Nor the sound of the bells of Oxford-o