On a rather upbeat note for a change here is a verse/song that comes from Sabine Baring Gould’s – ‘A Book of the West’. As can be seen there is no mention of the dreary aspects of Dartmoor. Here are the thoughts of a true Dartmoor lover laid out in a very matter of the fact manner which portrays the freedom of the place in every respect. It is interesting to see this spirit also echoes itself in the lines of a similarly titled work ‘Song of the Dartmoor Men‘, also written by William Crossing, another Dartmoor enthusiast
‘T is merry in the spring time, ‘Tis blithe on Dartimoor, Where every man is equal, For every man is poor. I do what I ‘m a minded, And none will say me nay, I go where I’m inclined, On all sides—right of way.Chorus O the merry Dartimoor, O the bonny Dartimoor, I would not be where I ‘m not free As I am upon the moor.
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‘T is merry in the autumn, When snipe and cock appear, And never see a keeper To say, No shooting here ! We stack the peat for fuel, We ask no better fire, And never pay a farden For all that we require.Chorus O the merry Dartimoor, O the bonny Dartimoor, I would not be where I ‘m not free As I am upon the moor.
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Baring Gould, S. 1899. A Book of the West, London: Methuen & Co.