Mamble

Mamble written by John Drinkwater

Swords and Ploughshares, 1915

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I never went to Mamble
That lies above the Teme,
So I wonder who's in Mamble,
And whether people seem
Who breed and brew along there
As lazy as the name,
And whether any song there
Sets alehouse wits aflame.

The finger-post say Mamble,
And that is all I know,
Of the narrow road to Mamble,
And should I turn to go
To that place of lazy token,
That lies above the Teme,
There might be a Mamble broken
That was lissom in a dream.

So leave the road to Mamble
And take another road
To as good a place as Mamble,
Be it lazy as a toad;
Who travels Worcester County
Takes any place that comes,
When April tosses bounty
To the cherries and the plums.

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