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wareham lad

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 on wareham walls i played as a lad
      the good times and the bad
      catching lizards and building dens
      sandpit's swimming by the meadows sweet
      with sounds of crickets at your feet

      nearby the millers favorite haunts
      wherein the brooks the boys did taunt
      under the shadey oaken tree
      where samways raised a family

      by yonder farm and haystack high
      where ducks and geese did ofttimes fly
      the martins Church sits upon the brow
      the north street lanes
      in nearby fields the farmers ploughed

      where bestwall gals did so frequent
      and folks went down to pay their rents
      whilst the markets on a Thursday morn
      awoke the gentry all forlorn

      farm laborers all were raised in style
      we walked those purbeck hills for many a mile
      the quayside monkey mickey was in a cage
      collected for lifeboats for to save

      the cockerel crowed to start the day
      samways son ken was a making hay
      many worked hard to earn a wage
      all the kids were at the rec to play

      David best and mp mellor too
      it was holiday
      whilst all the corn
       was shipped to Poole

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