The Betteshanger Treasure
From Yorkshire, and from Wales they came,
True miners everyone,
To open up the coalfield
Beneath the garden loam.
The black Betteshanger treasure
All under Kentish soil
Is safely gathered in now, through
A century of toil
And in some corner of this island lies
A field whose work is done;
It is forever England
It is forever gone
The Kentish coal, as black as jet,
Will see the light no more;
Now artifacts and memories
Are all they're digging for
And in some corner of this island lies
A field whose work is done;
It is forever England
It is forever gone
©Phil Beer/Ashley
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