English poem
Runnymede Pillar
by Charles Morris (1744–1838)
Air, I can’t for my Life guess the Cause of this Fuss.
To celebrate deeds of renown, ’tis agreed That a pillar on fam’d Runnymede be erected: MEN of PARTS of all parties then here may proceed, To relate how this wonderful work is effected. The pillar’s to stand in Middlesex land, BUSHY PARK’S CENTRE’S the sweet pleasure ground; A strong-fenc’d retreat, well water’d and sweet, Where Adam first FELL, Runnymede’s to be found.
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