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New page: '''Ludlow''' (derivation: OE; ''hill by the noisy stream'') is a town in Shropshire near Herefordshire about 40Km (25 miles) south of Shrewsbury. Its easily defendable situation and it...
'''Ludlow''' (derivation: OE; ''hill by the noisy stream'') is a town in Shropshire near Herefordshire about 40Km (25 miles) south of [[Shrewsbury]]. Its easily defendable situation and its position close to the [[Welsh]] border made the [[Norman]] castle built there extremely important as a [[marches|marcher]] stronghold during the [[Middle Ages]]. It was home to the powerful [[Roger Mortimer|Mortimer family]]. It became a royal palace for nearly a century from the ascension of [[Edward IV]] in 1461, and his son, the unfortunate [[Edward V]] was being brought up there. Prince Arthur the older brother of the future [[Henry VIII]] died there.
These days the town is the “exception that proves the rule” as a centre of provincial gastronomic excellence. Its literary fame is assured with the ashes of the “Shropshire lad”, the poet A.E. Housman, buried there in the grounds of St Laurence’s Church...
:''The lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair,''
:''There's men from the barn and the forge and the mill and the fold,''
:''The lads for the girls and the lads for the liquor are there,''
:''And there with the rest are the lads that will never be old.''
:''There's chaps from the town and the field and the till and the cart,''
:''And many to count are the stalwart, and many the brave,''
:''And many the handsome of face and the handsome of heart,''
:''And few that will carry their looks or their truth to the grave.''
:''I wish one could know them, I wish there were tokens to tell''
:''The fortunate fellows that now you can never discern;''
:''And then one could talk with them friendly and wish them farewell''
:''And watch them depart on the way that they will not return.''
:''But now you may stare as you like and there's nothing to scan;''
:''And brushing your elbow unguessed-at and not to be told''
:''They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,''
:''The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.''
[[Category: United Kingdom Cities and Towns]]
These days the town is the “exception that proves the rule” as a centre of provincial gastronomic excellence. Its literary fame is assured with the ashes of the “Shropshire lad”, the poet A.E. Housman, buried there in the grounds of St Laurence’s Church...
:''The lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair,''
:''There's men from the barn and the forge and the mill and the fold,''
:''The lads for the girls and the lads for the liquor are there,''
:''And there with the rest are the lads that will never be old.''
:''There's chaps from the town and the field and the till and the cart,''
:''And many to count are the stalwart, and many the brave,''
:''And many the handsome of face and the handsome of heart,''
:''And few that will carry their looks or their truth to the grave.''
:''I wish one could know them, I wish there were tokens to tell''
:''The fortunate fellows that now you can never discern;''
:''And then one could talk with them friendly and wish them farewell''
:''And watch them depart on the way that they will not return.''
:''But now you may stare as you like and there's nothing to scan;''
:''And brushing your elbow unguessed-at and not to be told''
:''They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,''
:''The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.''
[[Category: United Kingdom Cities and Towns]]