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David Boyd wrote:
> 
> Rest you there, poor unbelov’d ones,
> Lap your loneliness in heat.
> All too soon the tiny breakfast,
> Trolley-bus and windy street!

This is echoing what must be an intgernational 'folksong' of some sort,
because there is a u.s. version, "Rest your head you weary hobo / As the
towns(?) rumbling bvy..." (From memory and probably misquoted. And I
can't remember for sure, but I think this is Guthrie's song. I wonder
what the orignal was?

Carrol