According to the Wikipedia article for the Pycombe Crook (a type of shepherd's crook), the crook itself is immortalised in song, with the following lyrics:
Hefty of arm he hammered it out, in clangour of forge and flame of fire; Red it rolled on the anvil's bosom, Bent and bowed to the smith's desire; He laughed as he lifted it, laughed and sang The song that is older than ink or pen:
"O well I know, Who knows no book, Where'er you go Is never a crook, Can better the crooks of the Pyecombe forge, The crooks of the Pyecombe men."
Does anybody know the tune? Can't find it anywhere. Thanks