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.

This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s