Guthrum. Athelstan, was his Christian name
Under king Alfred he was knocked for six,
Was buried after his death rattle came
Right here in this town on the river Brett.
Then there was the gang of smuggling fame
From this pavilion went through the gap,
On a sticky wicket, gave a good game
And were stumped by the dragoons based at Sax.
Then there was the wool trade, the bales went off
From the White Hart, watch what this is about,
A heritage of faith and woolen cloth
Here still at the crease, Two-forty not out.