Clunton and Clunebury
by
A.E. Housman
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| Clunton and Clunbury, |
| Clungunford and Clun, |
| Are the quietest places |
Under the sun.
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| In valleys of springs of rivers, |
| By Ony and Teme and Clun, |
| The country for easy livers, |
The quietest under the sun,
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| We still had sorrows to lighten, |
| One could not be always glad, |
| And lads knew trouble at Knighton |
When I was a Knighton lad.
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| By bridges that Thames runs under, |
| In London, the town built ill, |
| 'Tis sure small matter for wonder |
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 |
That handselled them long before.
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| Where shall one halt to deliver |
| This luggage I'd
lief set down? |
| Not Thames, not Teme is the river |
Nor London nor Knighton the town:
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| 'Tis a long way further than Knighton, |
| A quieter place than Clun, |
| Where doomsday may thunder and lighten |
And little 'twill matter to one.
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