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We fancy the lustre of the old town is reflected on the new. English Woodstock was a royal residence.
English Woodstock had a palace / Where the Queen in jealous malice / Slew romance's fairest flower, / Fair Rosamond in secret bower;
Our Woodstock pleasing county town, / This brings it both wealth and renown, / To your strong castle some are sent / To give them leisure to repent.
A charming vista you do view / Gazing on each street and avenue, / Mansions and lawn embowered 'mong trees / Where wealthy owners live at ease, / And through the air there sweetly floats / Harmonious Woodstock organ notes, / And men employment secure / In factory for furniture;
Old Oxford is a seat of knowledge, / Woodstock has a fine new college, / And farm implement work shops, / So farmers easy reap their crops;
The old court house is a disgrace, / Grand structure soon will take its place.