“Last night, I hear, they lay at Stony Stratford”
Those two doomed nephews of the crooked king.
Where ale and music would serve as little distraction
For two homesick boys’ fitful sheltering.
With these few words, the Bard helped etch us into history.
Literature and drama, so at home in our town.
News and tales are tossed and passed from inn to pub to bar.
This one rested briefly, at the Rose & Crown.
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