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a dorset town

      in a durzet town where i was born
      the dolphins played at break of dawn
      the cockerel's crowed
      and the cuckoos cried to be let out the gate
      the zunners played
      at the seas first tide and was never late

      the poet he did write a rhyme
      and Augustus drew the gypsies fine
      old hardy he wrote a tale or two
      and Barnes wore fancy buckled shoes

      the clock it chimed out the hour
      the miller mad fished by the stour
      the durdle door was open wide
      and the fishermen came in by the tide

      the park was given by a lady guest
      and blyton wrote adventures blessed
      the pirates rode on silver bikes
      and Freddie mixed with lords and tykes

      Stevenson lodged above the bay
      and we went to market on Thursday
      stainer's was a cobbler till today
      and castles and kings rode the gypsy way
      the fair lodged on alder hills whit Saturdays
      and zunners played amongst the hay


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