Cowfair To Anchorage

We left our abode in old Cowfair,haggled a price for an old shire mare.Onto the landlord's canal boat,lock stock and barrel for a life afloat.Farewell to our Buckingham birthplace and its meagre living from old point lace.Dawdled slow up to Cosgrove taking our meals around a blackened stove.Our moveable house painted castle and rose,not a life we would have chose.Eighteen fifties harsh and mean,coal cargo so nothing stays clean.Doff your cap,torch your forelock every two mile at the gatekeeper's lock.Fresh food scarce except or fish,perch and roach a staple dish.Clothes dry on a washing line strung,home for a time whilst the toddlers were young.As their number increased and grew ,places to sleep all too few.Family life impossibly hard so back we went to a tied cottage in Aylesbury's Anchorage yard.