Here where the curfew
    Still, they say, rings,
Time rested long ago,
    Folding his wings;
Here, on old Norwich’s
    Out-along road,
Cousin Lucretia
    Had her abode.

Norridge, not Nor-wich
    (See Mother Goose),
Good enough English
    For a song’s use.
Side and roof shingled,
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