(A Lay of the Litany Bushes.)
The place – we all know it, the Romans before us did,
Totternhoe’s ramparts above it look down;
Hard by the outskirts of Dunstable town.
Never a gunshot disturbs its tranquillity.
Never a cur-dog its privacy mocks;
This takes us first rank as yet,
Never drawn blank as yet,
Haunt of the rabbit and home of the fox.
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