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Near Warden Law just to the North
My early waters first spring forth
Then mu infant streamlet trickles
Gently downwards to Cauld Knuckles
From there across the fields I glide
And keep on down the Blackwood Side.
I come next to Low Farringdon
Then West towards East Herrington
Passing as I onward press
The pond that's filled with watercress,
Now a clear and limpid Burn
A little to the South I turn.
Then on again I Westward stray
Past Ivy House to the highway,
Into a culvert grim and dark
And out again into the Park.
Thro' the gardens, past the Hall
Until I creep beneath the walls.
Across the pasture to the rill
That wanders down from Taylor's Gill,
Still farther on, my strength I swell
With torrents from the Boiling Well,
And as onward my waters teem
A lusty well-filled bustling Stream,
Once more towards the North I glide
West Herrington on my left side.
Mr. Thomas Allen of West Herrington.
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