If you along the Rudgeway go,
About a mile for aught I know,
There Wayland’s cave then you may see,
Surrounded by a group of trees.
They say that in this cave did dwell
A smith that was invisible;
At last he was found out, they say,
He blew up the place and vlod away.
To Devonshire then he did go,
Full of sorrow, grief and woe,
Never to return again;
So here I’ll add the shepherd’s name -
Job Cork.
‘Job Cork’s poem also indicates the site had trees around it before those planted by Lord Craven in 1810.’ – Clive Alfred Spinnage
Hi, my partner is very interested in the Wayland's Smithy, you talked of a book written by a local, but it's no longer available through amazon. Do you know of anywhere I could buy a copy please? Soche.
I am currently doing an art project/pilgrimage from Segsbury Castle to Devon along The Ridgeway, wherever we can find it...
I was excited to see the poem, and wondered how you came accross it as I can't find a reference to it, or the poet Spinnage anywhere?
Soche + JOBCORK; I think it was a local published 'short print run'. Someone is selling it here for a Pavarotti: oxbowbooks.com/bookinfo.cfm/ID/37913//Location/Oxbow