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| Clunton and Clunbury | | C | |
| Clungunford and Clun, | | | |
| Are the quietest places | | | |
| Under the sun. | | | |
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| In valleys of springs and rivers, | | | |
| By Ony and Teme and Clun, | | C | |
| V | The country for easy livers, | | | |
| The quietest under the sun, | | | |
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| V | We still had sorrows to lighten, | 5 | | Q |
| V | One could not be always glad, | | | |
| V | And lads knew trouble at Knighton | | C | |
| When I was a Knighton lad. | | | |
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| By bridges that Thames runs under, | | | |
| In London, the town built ill, | 10 | | Q |
| 'Tis sure small matter for wonder | | | |
| V | If sorrow is with one still. | | | |
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| And if as a lad grows older | | | |
| The troubles he bears are more, | | | |
| He carries his griefs on a shoulder | 15 | | |
| That handselled them long before. | | | |
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| V | Where shall one halt to deliver | | | |
| V | This luggage I'd lief set down? | | | |
| Not Thames, not Teme is the river, | | | |
| Nor London nor Knighton the town: | 20 | | |
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| V | 'Tis a long way further than Knighton, | | | Q |
| A quieter place than Clun, | | C | |
| Where doomsday may thunder and lighten | | | |
| And little 'twill matter to one. | | | Q |