Dancing Dust

Poems by Mollie Caird (1922-2000)

Guided tour of Oxford
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Here we go down the High,
Here we go round the tower,
Hurry a little, a little,
We'll do Oxford in an hour.

This coat of arms with the reds and yellows
Belongs to All Souls (come quietly through).
They've no undergraduates, only Fellows:
What do they do there?  I haven't a clue.

This is Christ Church: you may see a Canon —
(The bigger the gun the bigger the bore). —
No, not that pond with the little bare man on
He's called Mercury, I told you before.

All keep together now; where's my whistle?
(It's all right, constable, there isn't a fire).
What do you mean, a guided missile?
Great heavens, no!  That's Nuffield spire.

Here we go down the High,
Here we go round the tower,
Hurry a little, a little,
We'll do Oxford in an hour.


Oxford Times, 7 June 1963