Oh stream of Granta, and the Rhee,
And you – great bend of the Cam
A Castle’s hill o’er you does watch
As you slowly drift to Ouse and then Wash
How many have come to your banks –
To walk the Backs or punt your flow?
Gazing at willows as they pass by
Or a bridge – that they call Sigh
Did they see the stone from Clare Bridge drop?
Do they know your history?
Or is just for Instagram?
A chance to say “Look at me.”