When smoke stood up from Ludlow|Farwell to barn and stack and tree|Say lad have you things to
do|The lads in their hundreds|'Tis time I think by Wenlock town|Far in a western
brookland|Loveliest of trees|Oh fair enough are sky and plain|Westward from A Shropshire
lad|When I came last to Ludlow|This time of year a twelvemonth past
