Townies say that country folk have a little backward thoughts.
And cannot understand the lure of it these green and pleasant sorts.
They think that we all dress in tweed and all own cows and sheep.
Discuss the days of weather and the size of our dung heaps.
its true we do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thhis one is fun. I know how city folk look upon county folk. Like the admittance at the end.