William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
In a room of the palace
Black Mrs Behemoth
Gave way to wroth
And the wildest malice
Cried Mrs Behemoth
"Come, come
Come, court lady
Doomed like a moth
Through palace rooms shady!"
The candle flame
Seemed a yellow pompion
Sharp as a scorpion
Nobody came...
Only a bugbear
Air unkind
That bud-furred papoose
The young spring wind
Blew out the candle
Where is it gone?
To flat Coromandel
Rolling on!
Black Mrs. Behemoth was written by William Walton & Edith Sitwell.