GREYSTONE MEMORIES.
 
 
A Dartmoor walk,
Goes a-wanderin’,
To Greystone,
Hearing Echo’s,
Through its Walls,
Of People’s past,
Caught in the Snows,
Of Petroc’s Bells,
 
Stepping out a Jar to many,
There the Lost Cord,
Was heard,
At Castles Keep,
A-Hunting, We did go,
Yonder Widgery,
At Lydford Town,
Where the blizzard wind,
Does rise ‘n’ howl,
Oh hanging Judge,
Forgetting not,
                “Dear Lionel”
 
Shepherd of your Sheep,
For a Dartmoor walk,
Goes a-wanderin’
Amid the purple heather,
Then takes my seat,
With a Cockade in my heart, 
Of sweet  Reminiscences,
For kissing Mary Jane neath the Mistletoe!! 
                     Caroling on, first Footing,
Into that New year.