Poor John,
sweet Northumberland
so richly clothed,
has handed him
another ignominy,
Berwick twinned
with mighty Hexham
in scorn poured
on the weary traveller.
“Live in Northumberland?”
“No” Said John,
“No, not ever”.
Poems by Annie Elliott
Poor John,
sweet Northumberland
so richly clothed,
has handed him
another ignominy,
Berwick twinned
with mighty Hexham
in scorn poured
on the weary traveller.
“Live in Northumberland?”
“No” Said John,
“No, not ever”.