there's a natural streams runs under the flagstone pathway of the church
with a heavy arched stone carved out in the delightful little porch
the fields and meadows all around are buttercup and lily wet
with leaves of emerald green and shrubs around yon fence
the walks to bourne valley and the hills of high intent
are gathered with the elder trees that frequent this relent
there's a a pub called shoulder of mutton where john Augustus did frequent
where the pedlar's and the gypsy kings did pay no council rent
the roads to ringwood market was long and heavy down
with heathers and Rhodie bushes with fir trees spread around
the kinson green was famous for the stocks where fools were locked
with ponies for the common man and Gulliver attired
the grass was course and hills were steep were gypsy vans did ride
where chaffinch chirped and warblers song was the Gypsy's greatest pride
though gravel pits and clay were rich whilst brickyards were employed
with families for to work till dusk every man and boy
the heaths were rich in bird and Brier and the springs upon the down
where lodge hill stood and men made good all work for half a crown
the work was hard with hours long and laborer's ant their pay
from morning light to dinner time until the end of day