On Wenlock Edge: Clun

In valleys of springs of rivers

By Oney and Teme and Clun

The country for easy livers

The quietest under the sun

We still had sorrows to lighten

One could not be always glad

And lads knew trouble at Knighton

When I was a Knighton lad

By bridges that Thames runs under

In London the town built here

'Tis sure small matter for wonder

If sorrow is with one still

And if as a lad grows older

The troubles he bears are more

He carries his griefs on a shoulder

That had seldom long before

Where shall one halt to deliver

This luggage I leave set down?

Not Thames, nor Teme is the river

Nor London, nor Knighton the town

'Tis a long way further than Knighton

A quieter place than Clun

Where doomsday may thunder and lighten

And little 'twill matter to one