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dorset days


     the patriots dance
      beneath the wareham walls
      where frome and piddle run and play
      where samways plays his fiddle
      the sun it smiles on bestwalls crew
      like any other day
      whilst zunners laugh and frolic
      gals roll in the hay

      oh diddle diddle rode the hills
      across the purbecks downs
      we all met up on market day
      i bought a pig for half a crown

      where grass grows tall
      where swans regale
      ride upon the tide
      i spied my love
      that night in June
      though lies i cant abide

      the masters of the spinning wheels
      spun their simple yarn
      whilst boys and girls danced at dawn
      down upon the farm

      the crows they squawked and lambs did play
      upon the hillside proud
      the forests walks were rich in deer
      though natures voice was loud

      the cuckoo sang its funny rhyme
      where stobough meadows lie
      the cows were rich in cowslips then
      that sunny summers day

      the church of st Mary's rang
      its bells so rich in tone
      i stood upon the corfe hill road
      a poet all alone



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