in cukoo woods at kinson green
the village life was evergreen
the gulliver arms
the smugglers rest
ye olde oak
the millhams rest
by stour brook
and st andrews tower
we watched the ducks ride
oer meadow flowers
we picked bluebells in the sun
and watched the children
play and run
in east howe lane and brook reside
we counted our blessings
far and wide
in yonder pelhams house
we stopped and stared
at local farm and village green
and carnival village queen
at bridge of bricks built by prison o war labour
we sat and read of pirate fables
eleventh century church and revolving tomb
underground tunnels with hidden rooms
here werin bride and grooms
took their oaths fore honeymoon
in kinson parish which took road to poole
we saw the pottery and sea view
the alder hills and the newtown
where nelson lost his leg for half a crown
and brian cruthcher was speedway champ
and freddie mills visited gypsy camps
in kinson parish
when i was a lad
the gypsy families were many and wise
the kings the crutchers the whites and castles too
and cousin jean was queen of poole
stainers was a cobbler and still is today
stanleys were fighters
and rogers made bricks
sankey ward cut clay
and phillips cut a ditch
and all the gypsies had a pitch
bill knott sold laces up on hill
long before he built his caravan empire
which is still there too
in kinson parish
the sanatorium was at alderney
lady wimbornes bridge spanned ringwood road
and barefoot children in the cold
caught pennies thrown by a young king
tossed from carriages of gold
all this was in days of old
before the drug house was in broom road