I lie upon this castle mound
My eye surveys this place I’ve found
Amidst the rolling Shropshire hills
Such peace, this place my heart it stills
Within the sound of St Georges bell
I know this is where I long to dwell
The beautiful scenery and fresh air
It’s a bit of Heaven I’ve found there
Then there it stands the White horse Inn
The sound of laughter draws you in
From Jacks Clun ale, the blues and fine fare
You will always find a welcome there
Then Saturday night dealt a cruel blow
My lottery numbers refused to show
No lottery wins to let us stay
But I know I will dwell there one day.
Dave Hyde
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