There be a treasury of Dorset
where poets love to roam
streets of thatched cottages and walks align the frome
there be a coach and horses with a bear cross histories
where hardy wrote his novels there for you and me
there's a treasury awaits you with a castle on the hill
where purbeck stones are crafted and the meadows sweet n still
there's Barnes the master teacher poet of the pen
where bankes and rogers crafted those histories of men
this treasury of Dorset awaits you every day
where pastures spread in daisies and folks are making hay
there's birdsongs of the warblers and cannons fired at dawn
where blyton wrote of noddy and walkers spread the ferns
you can walk across the egdon and smell the scented trees
wallow in the heathers of west moors country scenes
the spruce is growing tall today and the trails are winding free
gods still in his heaven there and there's comforts on the lea