Village Poems SYRESHAM - A Merry Medley By Thomas Horne(the rector of Syresham during the First World War. Indeed he had his wish in that he is buried in Syresham Church yard.) If you want to get to Syresham, You book to Brackley Town, You telegraph for Tanner, He'll quickly run you down. He'll tell you tales of Hoppersford, And tales of Pimlico, It's really not worth knowing, What Tanner doesn't know. Chorus Take your seats for Syresham! For Syresham's the place Where they never never quarrel, Nor fall into disgrace; Where all the boys are brothers And all the girls are sweet: If you tumble down at Syresham, They'll set you on your feet. Chorus We're going to have a Civil Corps, In Khaki they'll be dressed, Lieutenant Timms will lead the boys, The boys are of the best. Our camp shall be at Crowfield, On the farm of dear old Geary, The lion-hearted Herbert Shall cheer us up when weary. Chorus The Organist shall train the band Of kettledrums and flutes; The Clerk shall be our Bombardier, And teach us our salutes THe Rector shall our Chaplain be, And bless us in our fighting; There would not be a German left If Big Words could do the smiting. Chorus We'll storm the heights of "Brackley Hatch," We'll capture "The Old Mill," We'll trenches dig in "Canada," Round the "Wild" we'll march and drill; We'll set big guns in "Biddlesden Park," We'll fortify "Bell Lane," And watch out for the Germans, In Coy's aeroplane. Chorus Here's success to Syresham! May her shadow ne'er grow less, And all the Homes of Syresham, May sweet contentment bless; Her bonnie winsome daughters Find true and loving mates; Her darksome lanes be lighted up, And no increase in rates! Chorus With thanks To Rod James for submitting this Also see Syresham My Home and Crowfield Poemand the latest poem of Crowfield Millenium Poem