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Of Beachville, village of the plain, / We now will sing a short refrain, / For here the Thames doth pleasant flow, / And charm to landscape doth bestow;
Though river here it is not deep, / Yet banks slope graceful up the steep, / And from the summit of the hills / You look down on the famed lime kilns, / And 'tis full worthy poet's rhyme / The whiteness of your pure white lime, / Your glory never shall be gone / While you have quarries of this stone, / In influence you yet will wax / With mills for flour and also flax.