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I speak of Durham, in Northumberland,

A lovely town I only visited,

But memory we know, can not be banned,

And from my visit there I profited.



The sepulcher of Venerable Bede,

Saint,  English writer and historian,

That knowledge-thirsty pious Christians read,

And every Northumberlandian.



The Lindisforo Bishop and St. Bede,-

Called "Beda Venerabilis", the wise,

Both saints so self-effacing and discreet,

Led lives of study and of sacrifice.



Of Durham’s saints, St. Cuthbert and St. Bede

I’ll sing another time, - I promise it1,

My song for dancing Audrey does not fit

Stern exegetes of the Holy Writ.







And Durham Castle standing not far off,

We clambered over ruins and debris,

And ancient walls, still standing high and tough

And stillness in the early evening breeze..



Oh memorable visit! - visits lure

To locate spots a little recondite,

And see and watch by the mysterious  moor,

Two rams at dawn break locked in bitter fight.



Northumberland, lies quiet calm and still,

That will arouse a contemplative mood,

So very peaceful placid and tranquil,

In unperturbed serene a solitude.



The grasses in the eve take on a hue

distinct from any other English site.

A rare uncanny and deep greenish-blue

And  stars too look so different at night.



But back to York sped our little car,

And watched the scenery with wakeful eyes,,

Then took a coffee in a  pub or bar

and fish and chips and lo! fresh kidney pies.



My Stephen’s father was a gentle man,

True gentle man, - I loved him instantly,

He led the Austrian-American

To famous  English spots she wished to see.



And I met Stephen’s brother’s lively wife,

Six  sons my sister in law Audrey bore,

But Audrey knew how to arrange her life,

The dance came first and then  the household chore.



Oh  Audrey danced and danced,-  danced every night,

While bored, the  men played with the bowling kegs,-

To watch dear Audrey dance was a delight,

And how she  swung her shapely hips and  legs.







Bless Audrey  Lord ! please Lord! Tee-hee -tee -hee!

Who left her household  chores so far behind,

With dancing, dancing nightly merrily,

While stuffy  spouse  and kids on crab pie dined.



And so she danced in places every night,

Well known in many a locality,

While grouchy husbands bowled or had a fight,

She danced and turned a dance celebrity.



I do no wish at all to be  prolix,

One thing I only wish to say,

My sister dear in law had youngsters six,-

Six sons, and yet she danced oft night and day.



A model role for every sophomore,

Note! - more important things there are to do

Than  study and the no-good household  chore,

Dance, dance instead  in rustling silks,- frou-frou!

                      



Her sons grew up dispersed within the land,

On their own boats some  roam the English  sea,

They have a lovely sea-food restaurant,

And like  their mother cry out “ liberty!“.







Lord of the dance! - who would not follow Him?

My sister dear in law she truly did!

And kept besides her shapely body trim,

Plus  shapely legs and waist line trim and fit!



Ah! Audrey - Flower of Northumberland!

You are remembered dear for ever more,

The dance‘s priestess and high celebrant,

Be greeted from this far off new world shore.



Elizabeth Dandy