"MUMMY, AREN'T WE EXCEEDING THE SPEED RATION?"] * * * * * BULLINGTON.

And the lane was rather flinty and the lane was rather long, When, up and down the gentle hills beside the stripling Test, I chanced to come to Bullington and stayed a while to rest.

And there's never a clock to tell you how the hurrying world goes on In the little ivied steeple down in drowsy Bullington.

And there's war on land and water, and there's work for you and me; And on many a field of glory there are gallant lives laid down As well for sleepy Bullington as mighty London Town.