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Stan Collier

Stan Collier worked on priddle farm
when hours were long and men grow strong
in higher barnsleys woods and leas
where he milked the cows for you and me

that cottage close to wooded lanes
that twist and turned to wind yon frames
where zunner boys did run the lanes
fishing and playing childhoods games

the dogs did bark and mice did hide
the rivers twisted through countryside
where cars rare rode the country lane
where church bells rangs to horses manes

here dogs gave chase in packs of ten
to hunt the fox to please squires men
where priddles farm was rich in lore
where Stan Collier worked and planted all

here cocks did crow and boys did boast
of girls they chased and loved the most
where wimborne bridge did ride the stour
as a child i holidayed there for many an hour

where maket town each thursday noon
we gathered to seek fun and silver spoons
where heifers sold and pigs did snort
where farmers sold and home did brought
their spoils of days not long ago
when farmers put on a wondrous country show

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