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I like heading up the country,

For downtown they call a Crown,

Where the water has plenty of colour,

But the people know the frown.



Rural hours need no slaying,

For upon and Esterfed,

The chorus it is playing,

Music to my soul and head.



But in the seemingly eternal wait,

Between my visits to country air,

I wander to the gate,

And keep up appearances.



I hope one day to stay,

Upon my country spread,

Where the music it will play,

And my heart and soul be fed.



©R.H.Ellliott 2002