My Dad used to read that one to us SINSULL what a great story I think I might just look that up again and learn it.

Up from the meadows rich with corn
clear in the cool September morn...

It somehow reminds me of another one we had to learn at school.

On either side of the river lie
long fields of barley and of rye
and through the fields a road runs by
to many towered Camelot.