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The last knocker upper of Poole

She was the last of the knocker uppers in the Dorset town of Poole

She was famous in the neighborhood amongst wise men and fools

her name was Caroline Cousins she was the lady with the lantern n pole

every-ones heard of her she was local don't you know

She was born in Morden village just outside of Poole though not registered at birth

She was reared in a laborers cottage her life was not of worth

It was afore the first great war when she took up her role of knocker upper around the quay

But she was nicknamed Granny Cousins by the workers of the pottery and vine by the sea

She worked the streets six days a week whether weather poor or fine

just to get them workers all up for work in time

She was up well afore the day broke with her bonnet apron and shawl

you would see her shuffling down the streets in summers and in autumn n winters fall

You could hear her loud knocker upper calls

when the Lady's walking fields was called the rose walk

folks around here knew her well you should hear them talk

She joined the salvation army when she was retired

She was loved by the parish but was so poor when she died.

All the locals cried..

Video of Poole Carnival 1937  

Talbot lady

She lived in a cottage in Talbot village estate

with ladies in the courtyard and suitors at her gate

her fore bearers were laborer's and her friends were gypsy true

she sang with all the warblers just a stones throw away from Poole

They say she was a poet who wrote like Keats and Moore

her artistry was wizard and her words were wild and scored

she walked amongst the woodlands glades and foxes were her friends

she gathered up the ins and outs and her lines were lets pretend

Across from the alder hills were wallisdown still stands

she transcribed words of eloquence and took you for a ride

she had Truth and wisdom on her side and boats upon the tide

her phrases offered love and peace and her heart was big and wide

They say she had a way with words like no one had afore

her friends and neighbor's told her tales of memories and wars

like sisters who once built their dreams and gave them to the poor

she crafted lines of eloquence and they hit you to the score

I often see her walking there and offered her good day

she smiles and says good morning friend i must be on my way

the squirrels they scamper o'er the boughs and the primroses still bloom

where Talbot's grace is still in place amongst the traffics zoom

BROWNSEA ISLAND /POOLE

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