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A Walk On Malvern Hill

The Air is still on Malverns hill
I stand above the Cloud
Colwall and Welland hidden
By a whitened dampened cloud

I'm above 'The Chase inn' now
Away from Malvern town
The right side of the hill they say
You'll see why at sundown.

And in 'The Chase ' last orders
On this Trafalga day
They raise a glass to Nelson
Before their'r on their way

Dr Ron and Nigel, young Sam behind the bar
Toast the might of empire in a Kiplingesque review
And in Nigels mental keyboard
Elgar's Enigma's running through

Down at Colwall station
The Paddingtons on time
And in 'The Colwall Park Hotel'
Maria's drinking wine

She drinks so much of it these days
It drives away the fear
Of bitter, bitter loneliness
As cold death grows ever near

In love she wasn't fortunate
And chance was cruel its true
Although she had her moments, they are now a hazy view
Just like the shroud surrounding Malvern's ancient hill.

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