On Tick Fen - Warboys

Our fathers father worked this land and his fathers father too;


We're farmers drainers countrymen and Fenmen through and through;

We've fought the Romans and the Danes and the French men many times,

We've battled against the elements to quell Crowland abbeys chimes. ( ref - Danger Bell )

We've mastered wind and rain, we've controlled the floods and tides,

Tempests storms and cyclones, and snow and ice besides;

We've moulded this flat land into to what it is today,

A jewel in the farming world to everyone's dismay.



A Poem by Rex Sly

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