Donovan - New Bath Guide lyrics

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Of all the gay places The world can afford By gentle and simple For pastime adored Fine balls, fine concerts Fine buildings and springs Fine walks and fine views And a thousand fine things Not to mention The sweet situation and air What place, my dear mother With Bath can compare? It's two hundred years Since he got in his stride And cantered away With the New Bath Guide His spondees and dactyls Were quite a success Several editions Were called from the press The guidebook consisted Of letters in rhyme Of the follies and fashions Of Bath at the time I notice a quiver Come over my pen As I think of the follies And fashions since then Proud City of Bath With your crescents and squares Your hoary old Abbey Your playbills and chairs Plentiful chapels Where preachers would preach And a different doctrine Expounded in each Your gallant assemblies Where squires took their daughters Your medicinal springs Where the wives took their waters Terraces trim And the comely young wenches Cobbled back streets With their privies and stenches How varied and human Did Bath then appear As the roar of the Avon Rolled up from the weir In those days, no doubt There was not so much taste Now there's so much It has all run to waste Working out methods Of cutting down cost So that mouldings, proportions And texture are lost In a uniform nothingness This I first find Is the terrible Tech With its pointed behind New houses are units And people are digits Bath has been planned Into quarters for midgets Official designs Are aggressively neuter The Puritan work Of an eyeless computer Goodbye to old Bath! We who loved you are sorry

Of all the gay places
The world can afford
By gentle and simple
For pastime adored
Fine balls, fine concerts
Fine buildings and springs
Fine walks and fine views
And a thousand fine things
Not to mention
The sweet situation and air
What place, my dear mother
With Bath can compare?



It's two hundred years
Since he got in his stride
And cantered away
With the New Bath Guide
His spondees and dactyls
Were quite a success
Several editions
Were called from the press
The guidebook consisted
Of letters in rhyme
Of the follies and fashions
Of Bath at the time

I notice a quiver
Come over my pen
As I think of the follies
And fashions since then

Proud City of Bath
With your crescents and squares
Your hoary old Abbey
Your playbills and chairs
Plentiful chapels
Where preachers would preach
And a different doctrine
Expounded in each
Your gallant assemblies
Where squires took their daughters
Your medicinal springs
Where the wives took their waters

Terraces trim
And the comely young wenches
Cobbled back streets
With their privies and stenches

How varied and human
Did Bath then appear
As the roar of the Avon
Rolled up from the weir

In those days, no doubt
There was not so much taste
Now there's so much
It has all run to waste
Working out methods
Of cutting down cost
So that mouldings, proportions
And texture are lost
In a uniform nothingness
This I first find
Is the terrible Tech
With its pointed behind

New houses are units
And people are digits
Bath has been planned
Into quarters for midgets
Official designs
Are aggressively neuter
The Puritan work
Of an eyeless computer

Goodbye to old Bath!
We who loved you are sorry