To Penrith on the L.M.S. Then motor on to Pooley Bridge The steamer oer Ullswater lake Pass Glennridding, seek your fate From Penrith onto Patterdale Mystic never e’er elopes Is Sunday Crag awaiting there Nestled neath Helvellyns slopes The secret of the wishing well Beside the church the Irish saint Vowed, these men he would convert Saving them from hell. A mere three miles from the lake A thousand feet above Between Catchedicam and Raise Is Keppel Cove Tarn, no fake In nineteen twenty seven, they say The tarn damaged yon dam And seven million cubic feet Of water flushed the land A quiet walk down country roads Will lead you to a slate built house Behind this house a river runs A river full of trout.
Posted on: Tue, 03 Dec 2013 14:45:16 +0000
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