Lines on Woodstock
We fancy the lustre of the old town is reflected
on the new. English Woodstock was a royal residence.
English Woodstock had a Palace
Where the Queen in jealous malice
Slew romance’s fairest flower,
Fair Rosamond, in secret bower,
Our Woodstock, pleasant county town–
(This brings it both wealth and renown)–
To your strong castle some are sent
For to give them leisure to repent,
And the Reeves will, in their bounty,
Build court house worthy of the county.
A charming vista you do view,
Gazing on each street and Avenue,
Mansions and lawns embowered 'mong trees
Where wealthy owners live at ease ;
And through the air there sweetly floats
Harmonious Woodstock organ notes,
And men employment secure
In Factory for Furniture ;
And the pacing of your horses
It is famed o’er many courses.
Old Oxford was a seat of knowledge,
Woodstock it hath a fine College.
