Poems with rhymes of woodland

Fixed in a fair and good land,
A valley and a plain
Rich in fat fields and woodland,

His presence in the woodland,
How little has he left to learn
Of self-defense! My good land!

All: Come away while the moon's in the woodland,
We'll dance and then feast in a dairy.
Though youngest of all in our good band,

And there's some exquisite cottages embowered in the woodland,
And sloping down to the sea shore, is really very grand.

It is not bad but good land,
And in it is the germ of all
That grows within the woodland.

The scenery there in the summer time is truly grand,
Especially the beautiful hills and the woodland.

The Spectre with the Bloody Hand,
Is wandering through the wild woodland;