Bredon

BREDON is a lonesome hill, It hasn’t any brothers; It stands within the Severn vale, Apart from all the others.

The Cotswold Hills go hand in hand, The Malverns touching shoulder; But Bredon all alone does stand, More proud than they, and bolder.

Then it’s on Bredon I will roam The livelong summer through; For I’ve no brothers, I’ve no mate, And I be lonesome too!