verse
So I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
So I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
All those people, all those lives
And passions just like mine
verse
You say: "Ere thrice the sun hath done
And you claim these words as your own
But I've read well and I've heard them said
A hundred times (maybe less, maybe more)
If you must write prose or poems
The words you use should be your own
Don't plagiarise or take 'on loan'
There's always someone, somewhere
With a big nose who knows
And who trips you up and laughs
Who'll trip you up and laugh
verse
You say: "Ere long done do does did"
Words which could only be your own
And then produce the text
So let's go where we're happy
And I meet you at the cemetry gates
Oh Keats and Yeats are on your side
So let's go where we're wanted
And I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
'Cause weird lover Wilde is on mine