Where Woodborough Road
And Spring Lane meet
Across the stile
There lies a treat

A field of green
That leads you to
A magic place
A tranquil view

Rolling hills
Of modest size
Are there to please
The traveller’s eyes

At every turn
A meadow green
Where you might watch
A rare bird preen

A sparkling stream
That falls and tumbles
Through the hills
Of Lambley Dumbles

Little bridges
Span the stream
In shady woods
Where you can dream

And if you tire
Of Dumbles’ charms
Or distant views
Of Lambley’s farms

Then I feel sorry
For your grumbles
About this gem
Called Lambley Dumbles