WHEN IN BROAD LAND..
          (A Norfolk Delight )
 
Genteel Eyes of brown,
Are like  deep pools,
When in Broad Land,
The Sails turn,
And the Greab She is  nesting,
                    Among the Reed,
 
When in Broad Land,,
The little Children are Crabbing,
Echo’s the sound of the Fun Fair,
                       Behind,
 
Under a Wide blue Heaven,
 
When in Broad Land,
Just as the Canarys play on,
So to do the Pilgrims   throng,
And seek Bread,
Amid the Cloisters,
Of the Cathedral Church of The
                    Trinity,
 
When in Broad Land.
 
By Andrew Fry