J. Ashby-Sterry, The Lazy Minstrel
“ While looking on its glassy face by tell-tale Blankton Weir! I've seen it basking 'neath the rays of summer's golden glow,And when sweetly by the moonlight, silver ripples ebb and flow;When Nature starts in spring-time, awakening into life;When autumn leaves are falling, and the yellow corn is rife;'Mid the rime and sleet of winter, all through the live-long year,I've watched the water rushing through this tide-worn Blankton Weir. ”
