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The
Severn
Winding through the Shropshire Plain
The Severn wends its weary way,
Sometimes strange shapes it does attain
Shimmering on a summers day.
The Severn's fame is much renowned,
All anglers will agree,
The fishing that is to be found
Will suffice for you and me.
Along its course the river snakes
As lazy as can be,
And here the form of horseshoe makes
The town of Shrewsbury.
Passing through this ancient town,
With countless histories,
Places that have housed a crown
Or shrouded mysteries.
On ward flows the mighty Severn,
Its conquest, Buildwas Gorge,
'Neath the Ironbridge, where a haven
Made a future for the forge.
The Severn flows through still more counties,
Joined sometimes by tributary,
Here at Bristol, full of bounties,
Gives its waters to the sea.
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