The White Horse Inn

The White Horse Inn


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Clun on Clun

Acrobatic swallows wing here then there,

Smells of woodburners sting the air,

From hill top fort and drovers ridge,

Ruined fortress and medieval bridge,

Dappled river and dappled cloud,

I want to sing and sing aloud,

There's no better place under the sun,

Than Bishop's Castle and Clun on Clun,

And if you want some fine real ale there,

Head for the White Horse Inn on the Square.

David Macklin 20-07-09


Bullet Points

A lazy young fellow named Gunne

Went to work at the White Horse Inn, Clun

But being a shirk,

Who did little work,

Gunne was fired if you'll pardon the pun,

Mrs Freda Bunce 27-07-09



I Lie Upon this Castle Mound


I lie upon this castle mound

My eye surveys this place I’ve found

Amidst the rolling Shropshire hills

Such peace, this place my heart it stills


Within the sound of St Georges bell

I know this is where I long to dwell

The beautiful scenery and fresh air

It’s a bit of Heaven I’ve found there


Then there it stands the White horse Inn

The sound of laughter draws you in

From Jacks Clun ale, the blues and fine fare

You will always find a welcome there


Then Saturday night dealt a cruel blow

My lottery numbers refused to show

No lottery wins to let us stay

But I know I will dwell there one day.

Dave Hyde, November 2011