SONGS OF THE ROAD
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Next through Hitchin's Quaker hold
To Bedford, where in days of old
John Bunyan, the unorthodox,
Did a deal in local stocks.
Then from Bedford's peaceful nook
Our pilgrim's progress still we took
Until we slackened up our pace
In Saint Neots' market-place.
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Next day, the motor flying fast,
Through Newark, Tuxford, Retford passed,
Until at Doncaster we found
That we had crossed broad Yorkshire's bound.
Northward and ever North we pressed,
The Brontë Country to our West.
Still on we flew without a wait,
Skirting the edge of Harrowgate,
