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Could any one help me determine the origin of this poem? I found it on the Source Archive in an article posted by Lesley Park. Thanks! The wells of rocky Cumberland Have each a saint or patron, Who holds an annual festival, The joy of maid or matron. And to this day, as erst they wont, The youths and maids repair, To certain wells on certain days, And hold a revel there, Of sugar-stick and liquorice, With water from the spring, They mix a pleasant beverage, And May-day carols sing.