Bredon is a lonesome hill,
It hasn't any brothers ;
It stands within the Severn vale,
Apart from all the others.
The Cotswold Hills go hand in hand.
The Malverns touching shoulder ;
But Bredon all alone does stand.
More proud than they, and bolder.
Then it's on Bredon I will roam
The Uvelong summer through ;
For I've no brothers, I've no mate.
And I be lonesome too !
