Cockaigne

Never comes the trader thither, never o'er the purple main Sounds the oath of British commerce, or the accents of Cockaigne.

It is a superb land, a country of Cockaigne, as they say, that I dream of visiting with an old friend.

An old French poem on the Land of Cockaigne described it as an ideal land of luxury and ease.

There is a wonderful country, a country of Cockaigne, they say, which I dreamed of visiting with an old friend.

It is, says Dixon, the common English broadsheet "turned into the dialect of Cockaigne."