Lyr. Add: A MAN OF BRITISH WEATHER

I am a man of british weather
I don't mind the sun or howling wind
For walking walking is my pleasure
From rocky shoreline to strettons mynd

I am a man of British weather
I don't mind the snow or driving rain
For walking walking is my pleasure
And of these islands I am made.

To roam this ancient islands valleys
And wonder at the sights I find
Such sights of beauty will make you tarry
And drive all troubles from your mind.

For here are stories that are so charming
Our heroes buried beneath the hills
There's tales of love and tales of harming
And tales deep rooted in the fields.

From this rich mosaic pattern
That makes this islands history
From all of this now I am fashioned
These islands are a part of me.

Poem by Mark Stevenson.
Seems I have heard this before. Probably will show up in better form and punctuation in a volume of verse in Bartleby or the like.
I took a copy by right-clicking and going to file. Then printed with Adobe. I suppose you could copy-paste from there.