A Shropshire Lad
These are the thoughts I often think
As I stand gazing down
In act upon the cressy brink
To strip and dive and drown;
As I stand gazing down
In act upon the cressy brink
To strip and dive and drown;
But in the golden-sanded brooks
And azure meres I spy
A silly lad that longs and looks
And wishes he were I.
And azure meres I spy
A silly lad that longs and looks
And wishes he were I.
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BREDON[1] HILL
In summertime on Bredon
The bells they sound so clear;
Round both the shires they ring them
In steeples far and near,
A happy noise to hear.
The bells they sound so clear;
Round both the shires they ring them
In steeples far and near,
A happy noise to hear.
- ↑ Pronounced Breedon.
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