A Kentish Rhapsody
Something in the Kentish waters
Makes the Kentish sons and daughters
Busy with their pens and papers.
Or is it something in the vapors
Rising from the Kentish bogs
That clears the Kentish mind of fogs?
The Kentish folk may eat an apple
On their way to Kentish chapel.
Garden of England! Bless its name!
There many a Sir and many a Dame
May traipse the lanes on Saturday
Then sail the main, whilst salty spray
Inspires lines of Kentish verse
Ubiquitous as shepherd’s purse.
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