THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
(A tad early this week, as I'm off to the Durham Traditional Music Festival tomorrow)

Poem 136 of 230: LANCASHIRE SUNG SIMPLY

Lancashire:
Cut by rivers, met by sea;
Patched by farmland,
Mills and other industry.

Lancashire:
With your Penile boundary;
Steeped in hist'ry,
Through your buildings, there to see.

Lancashire:
Where, through Graces, moorlands be;
Wooded parklands,
Flowered gardens - kept neatly.

Lancashire:
Red Rose County, God's blessed thee.

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