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Rh Next through Hitchin's Quaker hold

To Bedford, where in days of old

John Bunyan, the unorthodox,

Did a deal in local stocks.

Then from Bedford's peaceful nook

Our pilgrim's progress still we took

Until we slackened up our pace

In Saint Neots' market-place.

Next day, the motor flying fast,

Through Newark, Tuxford, Retford passed,

Until at Doncaster we found

That we had crossed broad Yorkshire's bound.

Northward and ever North we pressed,

The Brontë Country to our West.

Still on we flew without a wait,

Skirting the edge of Harrowgate,