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Bishop's Caundle, William Barnes
"In Caundle, vor a day at leäst,
You woudden vind a scowlèn feäce
Or dumpy heart in all the pleäce"
When Dorset Went to Waterloo, Dorset Life, June 2015, by David Callaghan
A fascinating history of Purse Caundle, Dorset, by Ronald D. Knight, from May, 2010:
PURSE CAUNDLE HISTORY - CHAPTER 9: MODERN PURSE CAUNDLE FROM 1901
Whatever your views on fox-hunting, this song is a valuable document of local history, quoted by Ronald. D. Knight
December, 1930
"Sometime around this period the following hunting song was written by a John Budden, with music by Ashworth Hope, published by Leonard, Gould and Bottler, 47 Poland Street, London W.1. It was dedicated to Lieut-Col. F. J. B. Wingfield Digby D.S.O., M.F.H., Master of the Blackmore Vale Hunt".
THE SONG OF THE BLACKMORE VALE
1.
There be doughty men in Dorset,
There be boys of bone and brawn,
Who work and smile and sing all day
In the land where they were born.
CHORUS: 'Tis the old, old song of the Huntsman's horn,
As away down the vale they run;
There's a splash and a thud, and a roll in the mud,
And fine old Dorset fun,
Then there comes a crash! of the old Blackthorn,
The rend of the rasping rail,
Oh! the sound of the hound and the huntsman's horn,
The Song of the Blackmore Vale.
2.
When a man goes out from Dorset,
Out to the far, far west,
He longs for his lanes and pasture land,
And the songs that he loves the best.
There's the song of the kine in the cow-yard,
And the song of the nightingale,
But the song that dwells with a Dorset lad,
Be the Song of the Blackmore Vale.
CHORUS: 'Tis the old, old song of the Huntsman's horn, etc:
3.
A man comes back to Dorset,
Back from the lands afar.
No need to yearn for the old milk churn
And the song of the swingle bar
Now shall he bide in Dorset,
Or once again set sail?
When there comes the sound of the huntsman's horn
Away in the Blackmore Vale
CHORUS: 'Tis the old, old song of the Huntsman's horn, etc:
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