Richhill (Legacorry Lane)

On a drumlin hill the houses lean Where the hedgerows hold the green, And the old name whispers

through the rain Legacorry Legacorry Lane Before the landlord's silver claim, Before

the castle took its name, There were ancient rings beneath the grain, Bronze-age secrets in the

plain. And time rolls on like a slow parade Stones re-stacked and lives remade. But we still gather

in the Market Square Where the past and present breathe the same air, Oh the stories rise

and fall like the hills of home. From St Matthew's bell to Groucho's door, We've lost

some things but we keep much more, And the heart of this village still beats, Where

the flagstones echo our feet. Richardson's house on the crest of the town, Grand as the crown that