Cranmer was parson of this parish
And said Our Father beside barns
Where my grandfather worked without praying.

From the valley came the ring of metal
And the horses clopped down the track by the stream
As my mother saw them.

The Wiltshire voices floated up to him
How should they not overcome his proud Latin
With We depart answering his Nunc Dimittis ?

One evening he came over the hillock
To the edge of the churchyard already filled with bones
And saw in the smithy his own fire burning.