St. VINCULA IN THE COMBE.  

Channel 'n' Combe,
Pray,
Water warm,
Dipping toe,
Devon,
Bathe,
Blackberry Feast,
Soon to be Martyn-mess,
Lovers kiss,
Sketching,
Skimming stones
Golden leaf,
Salt it smells,
Vanishing friend,
Is the waning Sun,
Chasing Gulls,
Fish 'n' Chips,
Wagging dogs,
And little ships,
Moor,
Over hangman hill,
Gathers hallows gloom,
Is St. Vincula in the Combe,
Sister with Cullompton built,
Nestling,
Watched by the Dolphin,
And those who came to drink,
shaking their hands,
Flushed with success,
As the cards tumble,
Whilst in the London,
Lunches are served. Combe Martin. N. Devon.