C. 1930 Looking up Rookery Lane
Farewell to thee, wole hellum tree
Dutch Helm ave lied thee low!
You baint there vor we to zee,
We, wot zeed thee grow!
There be the geatt for years thee stood
When Granf. was still alive,
Adder mowing all day em ood
ang in thee is scythe.
No more nishulls on thy bark
Nar eartses twined around,
Shant kiss the maids in shady lark
Zit cool upon the ground.
Shant rest no more in thy wole shade
Ner yer the hinsecks um
Shant zee the ay in long ranks laid
Ner zee the helvers cum.
Shant zee nar screech howl zit up there
To while the daylight hours
Avixin we wie stony stare
Vrom in thy leafy bowers.
Farewell again wole vrend to thee,
Theet gone like yolks we knowed
A bit o Burton istery
Er legend to be told.
Poem by Douglas Northover who lived In Rose Cottage