Three and Ninepence Ha'Penny

The clanking of the mills memories of tramping up the grassy hills the river banks Francs the tap of clogs whippets and other dogs some still here, but most are thee'r where the past lays dormant. school? well only when and that wasn't too often then Grandma at the crown and star a milk stout for the lady maybe that's the partial truth when truth itself is in truth impartial. sometimes slipping back a gear to what year I can't remember well and just as well at sometimes too. Veins that run through gold fields where the growing yields such treasure.